BIONIC FREDDIE
Laying back in the hospital bed, I breathed a huge sigh of relief.
Hearing our precious newborn son’s cries, I knew he was fine.
Only, the midwife didn’t seem to think so.
‘Oh, goodness,’ she exclaimed.
‘What’s the matter?’ I panicked. ‘Is he OK?’
‘Yes, he’s fine,’ she said. ‘But one of his hands is missing.’
For a moment, I wasn’t sure if it was true, but as she placed Freddie on my chest, I realised she was right. Instead of a tiny
