My whole life, my mother would tell the story again and again (to all my girlfriends) of how she could hold me in one hand, how I had pointed ears and webbed feet and fingers.
I feel darn lucky to be alive today. When I found out how improbable it was in those days for a 2 pound baby to survive, it made me very grateful.
I will pray for this little guy.
God can will it. My own husband was born at home(1935) in January on a south Georgia farm. He was a 6 month baby and his grandparents took turns sitting by the fire (there was no central heat, just the fireplace) holding him on a pillow and kept him warm. He was fed with an eydropper. What a survivor he was! He lived to be 75 and he was smart and strong and a hard worker.
So it can happen, even against odds. I am glad for you that you survived too. The world needs good people.
We will all keep praying for him. Thank you for yours too.