Bret Baier’s Family Opens Up On Recent Health Scare: ‘We Got Lucky’

Fox News anchor Bret Baier’s son, Paul, 16, recently underwent his fifth open-heart surgery.

The events leading to Paul’s emergency surgery began quietly. While residing in Palm Beach, Florida, a frequent home for the Baier family aside from their Washington, D.C. base, Paul contracted what seemed to be a typical cold. Amy Baier, concerned for her son who has a history of heart complications, sought medical advice as a precaution.

Bret Baier's son Paul
Bret Baier’s son Paul via PEOPLE

Brett’s wife, Amy, explained, “Dr. Stein, was very thorough and before we left, she said, ‘Let’s do a chest X-ray, just to be sure everything’s okay.’” The X-ray revealed what appeared to be tissue on Paul’s lungs, prompting Dr. Stein to forward the images to his cardiologist in D.C. Several days later, the cardiologist advised Paul to get an MRI. Returning to Washington, Paul and his father anticipated a standard check-up. However, the results were startling.

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