My fiancée's sister delivered by c-section at 7:51 EST this morning a boy, Amalya Nathaniel, four pounds and nine ounces. Amalya was born with a condition called acrania, and miraculously lived an hour in the presence of his parents, aunts and uncles, grandparents and great-grandparents before passing into the hands of the Lord.
We have known of Amalya's condition since March. It would have been easy to abort the pregnancy, but Amalya's parents determined to spend every moment celebrating their son's short life, naming him Amalya ("Work of the Lord") Nathaniel ("Given by God"). The parents determined not to abort because they would take away Amalya's "dash": the dash separating his time of birth and time of death. Amalya will contribute blood, tissue samples, and organs to researchers looking into acrania. His cadaver has also been donated to a research institute in Texas where the doctors will be able to learn about transplanting bone marrow in infants to keep them alive.
The family - my fiancée Lady L, my future parents-in-law, and all of the rest of the family, has supported Amalya and his parents as they celebrate, and now mourn, Amalya's short dash of life. We all believe that death is not the end, and we will see, and celebrate with him again someday in the presence of our Lord.