Wouldn’t be the first miracle. I remember hearing of at least one other instance where a patient was declared brain dead and awoke prior to organs being removed.
They declared me PVS (I know... that’s not the same as brain dead) and tried to get my mother to sign me over to an institution without even seeing me. They told her that she could have other children and to let me go. They told her that I’d never eat, learn how to use the toilet, or speak. That I was a ‘lump’. A vegetable.
(On some days I would have to grudgingly admit the ‘lump’ part - that’s still a little insulting - but I can use the toilet just fine and I do cook a mean pot-roast.)
It took three months before I cried for the first time. Then I wouldn’t shut up. (That was the first time that I’d ever reacted to pain. My poor mom was dressing her ragdoll with cloth diapers and accidentally pinned the diaper to the baby. I was finally uncomfortable enough to let her know about it. Her guilty admission was that she was so delighted that I was crying like a normal baby - for the first time - that it took her more than an hour to discover the pin. Poor mom! She was trying! lol!)
I healed. I did well. I went to college and married a great guy (who doesn’t see anything abnormal about me... okay, I’m as abnormal as everyone else. I’m sorry) and we have two grown kids that we love to death. First grandchild came this year.
So let the MOM rock. Let her fight and do her thing. She’s feeding her baby’s brain fish oil and fighting for her child.
And, even if the situation were hopeless, isn’t that what moms are supposed to do?