Our son was born three and a half months premature, weighed one pound eight ounces, had heart surgery when he was two days old, and a stroke his first week alive that resulted in Cerbral Palsy. He came home after three months in the neonatal intensive care unit at a whopping four pounds, and my wife gave me a gold St Christopher medal on that day to celebrate, knowing my fondness for the patron saint of safe travels, and the fact we named our son Christopher. He's a happily married thirty four yr old succcessful accountant who is marginally ambulatory and a source of inspiration and pride, whose dad has worn that St.
Christopher everyday since.
