My son, Richard Scott William Hutchinson, is in the Guinness World Records. Not for running the fastest mile or flying the fastest planes. No, in 2020, he was entered as the most premature baby to ever be born — at 21 weeks and two days old.
Just recently, another little boy surpassed my son's record — and he now holds the current title at 21 weeks and just one day.
These two boys are modern marvels but speak to a larger issue.
In June of 2020, at the height of the pandemic, my wife, Beth, and I were eagerly anticipating the birth of our child, who was due in October. We found out we were having a little boy and started preparing his room, picking out names and thinking about when I'd take him to his first Minnesota Twins game.
Late on June 4, 2020, Beth started experiencing complications and went into labor. We rushed her to Abbott Northwestern Hospital and met our team of doctors who had been guiding us through the pregnancy.
As the agony of the overnight hours leading up to the birth of our son wracked our minds, the doctors came to us and said there would be zero chance of survival and asked if we wanted to hold him until he passes.
Hold him until he passes? Zero chance of survival? What are you talking about? None of this was making sense and we weren't about to give up on our boy. Beth and I cried and prayed. A lot.
Richard was born at 7:17 a.m., June 5, 2020. The delivery went smoothly but there wasn't much hope for his surviving more than a few hours. He weighed 11.9 ounces and was the size of a can of Coke. Among many complications, he had sepsis from an infection in the amniotic sac.