When James was born, something didn’t seem right.

At first, it was easy to miss. The room was busy. There were nurses, questions, movement.

But later, in the quiet of the nursery, his father saw it clearly.

His arm wasn’t moving.

What followed were weeks of appointments, uncertainty, and the slow realization that this might not fix itself.

They tried everything they knew to try.

And then, on a Sunday afternoon, they did something they weren’t sure would change anything at all.