My name is Sarah Goble, and I am a 37-year-old account supervisor for a design agency based in Chicago.
My husband is Brian Boxx, a 35-year-old fitness trainer from the United Kingdom.
We live in Mission, Kansas, with our two children, Sawyer (10) and Finnik (1).
Pregnancy and Birth
There were no real problems during Finn’s pregnancy, just early notes of very rapid growth.
He was measuring weeks ahead of the expected size, though I know the date he was conceived.
He weighed nine pounds at birth and looked like a little Sumo baby.
Finny was strictly breastfed, and we now believe he was probably not getting enough nutrients from my breast milk alone.
He is a very “poppy” baby, so his joints crack and pop all the time.
I have hypermobile Ehlers-Danlos syndrome (hEDS), and we suspect that Finn also has hEDS, but we will have to wait until he is six to know for sure.
He shows many signs already.
Up until the incident, Finny was—and still is—a very happy baby.
There were absolutely no issues whatsoever, other than me being an overprotective mother.
The Day Everything Changed
Finn woke up for his typical midnight feeding and couldn’t swallow.
We tried to feed him for hours, but he just couldn’t get any milk down.
He was taking in a lot of air, so I tried to burp him, and he spit up a lot of mucus that had a hint of red.
I freaked out, and we rushed him to the local emergency room.
They told us they could not find anything wrong with him other than excess gas in his belly, but they suggested we go to our local children’s hospital if we wanted a second opinion.
We also contacted our pediatrician, who thought it sounded like he had a little virus.
After attempting to give him a small dose of Tylenol that he couldn’t swallow, I became scared something was wrong with his airway, so we went to the children’s hospital and requested all of the imaging we could possibly have done.
That is when they told us they had found “multiple fractures at various stages of healing” and concluded that we must have abused our son.
When the Diagnosis Was Made
The moment the hospital found the fractures, there was no convincing them that we weren’t abusers. Everyone who came into contact with us had already made up their mind. They stripped our son down to a diaper and began to check his body for additional signs of abuse. At this time, they noted every birthmark, red spot and freckle, trying to tie them back to abuse.
They looked in his throat and found what we believe to have been a viral ulcer and immediately decided that my husband had stuck his finger down our son’s throat to cut him. No joke, this was their medical opinion and the police ran with the story.
We were admitted the same day and held under constant watch for a full week. During this week, every staff member who came into our room made notes about how happy and mobile the patient was, freely moving his limbs and showing no discomfort.
Finn was medically discharged after a few days but still we had to sit in the room, being watched. After the first two days, my husband was kicked out of the room and I was not allowed to have any visitors, including my 9-year-old daughter or mother.
Early during our captivity, we were able to show images of Finn’s scans to doctors who thought Finn’s bones looked odd but without official records from the hospital, they could not officially weigh in. I did bring this up with hospital staff but they refused to investigate anything beyond abuse. They did not even run a vitamin D panel while we were in the hospital.
Our children are back home with us, and our family court and Department of Children and Families cases have been dropped.
Inside the Legal System
We were questioned separately by the police, who claimed that my husband had hurt our son. We stood firm, and there was zero proof to support criminal charges.
Our daughter, Sawyer, was questioned and her story was the exact same as ours so they decided she had been “coached.” She told investigators that she had never been hurt by her parents and that the worst punishment we had ever given was taking away her iPad. She told them she was happy and felt safe in her home. They told her they believed her.
We were never given a chance to obtain an official second medical opinion or prove our innocence before our children were taken. In fact, we found out by text that we were going to have to go to court for a custody hearing only 24 hours before the hearing. And I found out over text.
We were handed a petition littered with errors and misinformation five minutes before the judge walked into the hearing. Within 30 minutes or less, both of our children were taken and we were escorted downstairs for drug and alcohol testing. The lawyer we had found last minute hardly said two words during the hearing and then told me I was being too emotional after my children were taken. We later found out that DCF had sent in paperwork for custody removal before completing their investigation. They had moved strictly on the word of the diagnosing doctors.
Fast forward to 2025, we were able to obtain a second opinion with the help of Heather Kirkwood finding that many of the diagnosed fractures never existed.
Our children were moved through four homes between October and November. It was a nightmare and my daughter has lasting anxieties that we’re trying to work through.
Living Under Suspicion
Our entire family is traumatized. We will always have post-traumatic stress disorder around anything medical involving the kids. Every time Finn cries and Sawyer is around, she starts to panic. It’s awful. Even back in her home, she’s always on edge. We all are.
This took a toll on my marriage, our finances, and many of our relationships. We live in a small neighborhood and many around us now see us as child abusers because of this.
Our children were taken from us between October 2024 and April 2025, but we did not regain full custody again until September 2025.
Today, I am driven by rage to be completely honest. I will not stop until this changes, and I am working hard to raise awareness on social media.
My TikTok platform has over twenty thousand followers and counting. This has become my life’s mission.
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