In the middle of the night on May 23rd, 2016, my husband, Tim was caring for our 4-month-old infant son, Tristan, our third of three boys, while I was trying to get some rest. Tim awoke to find our son completely unresponsive. He immediately woke me up and told me to go to the emergency room as fast as possible. I rushed him to the hospital without a moment’s hesitation; no wallet, no phone, no shoes. I will never forget the pure fear of those moments holding my unresponsive baby in my arms praying to God not to take my baby. When I got to the hospital, the ER doctor told us Tristan had a small subdural hematoma and at the time we had no idea what that was. After a day of testing, our prayers were finally answered when Dr. Sandberg, Tristan’s Neurosurgeon, came in with his diagnosis of a tiny subdural hematoma caused by birth injury. He let us know it would resolve itself in the next couple of days, that he was canceling the scheduled MRI, and that we could go home, as he said there was no reason to intubate and bathe our baby in that much radiation. This was the moment that our family had been praying for, and for the first time we felt relieved to know that Tristan was going to be ok and we would all be going home soon. But unbeknownst to us, our nightmare was just beginning. While we were taking in the comfort in Dr. Sandberg’s diagnosis, the child abuse pediatrician (or CAP) was formulating her own diagnosis for Tristan’s medical emergency… Abusive Head Tramua. She used CPS to medically kidnap our baby.