“Travis—catch him!”

Jesica woke up to a surge of pain, water breaking fast. No time for calm, no time to breathe. Travis rushed her to the hospital, but as the doors slid open, Jesica felt the baby crowning. Between gasps she whispered, “I can feel his head—catch him!” And he did. Instinct. Love. Courage.

Nurses ran in seconds later, guiding her gently to the floor. One powerful push—3:38 a.m.—little Max entered the world right at the entrance. No birth plan, no room, no warning. Just a mother’s strength and a father’s steady hands.

After five daughters, Jesica sensed this one would come fast. She was right. Bruised but unbroken, she held her son—healthy, perfect, exactly where he was meant to arrive.

And today, the world sees Max’s first moments through Karin’s photos: a tiny boy welcomed by five proud sisters.   A reminder that sometimes miracles come in the most unexpected hallways.