Adam is still alive. Every conversation with the doctor is filled with numbers; his brain pressure, the oxygen level in his brain, the presure they have to use to push oxygen from the ventilator into his lungs ... all of the numbers are bad. The doctors are getting a look in their eyes when they talk to us. The brain swelling continues to worsen. The pressure is climbing. I tell his doctor she must save him. I don't care what shape he's in. I will take care of him the rest of his life if I have to, but she must save him. He cannot die. She assures me she will do everything she can. He is in good hands. I continue to plead with God. I need His miracle. I beg him not to take Adam from me. God remains silent. I hold Adam. I whisper in his ear. I tell him it will be ok. I tell him to keep fighting. Please don't leave me baby. Adam remains silent.