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And of course, I was crying! Finally they put me next
to her, still covered, and my mum just couldn't bear
what she was seeing: her child without limbs.
"Take him away," she said. "I don't want to touch him
or see him."
To this day my father regrets that the medical staff
did not give him time to prepare my mother
properly. Later, as she slept, he visited me in the
nursery. He came back and told Mum, "He looks
beautiful." He asked her if she wanted to see me at
that point, but she declined, still too shaken. He
understood and respected her feelings.
Instead of celebrating my birth, my parents and their
whole church mourned. "If God is a God of love,"
they wondered, "why would He let something like
this happen?"