The Maternity phoned me at work to say that my missus had gone into labour, where I was confronted by the doctor in charge. “I’m afraid there’s bad news.” “What bad news?” I yelled. “We can go down to the viewing room and you can see him through the glass.” We walked down and stopped at a cot. I saw a baby with a leg missing. “Is that him?” I asked. “No. He’s further along.” We came to another cot. There was a baby with no legs. “Oh my God! Is that him?” “I’m afraid it’s worse than that.” Said the doctor. Next was a baby with no legs and only one arm. “Oh no!” I screamed. “Not that one either.” Replied the doc. In the next one was a baby with no arms and no legs. “I don’t care! I’ll still love him!” I sobbed. “Not quite there yet.” Said the doctor. We came to a cot where just a head lay on the pillow. “He’s gorgeous! We’ll call him Eddie!” I said hopefully. “Er, no. It’s the next cot.” said the doc. I looked in. There on the pillow lay one tiny eyeball. “My son!” I yelled. “Look! It’s me, your Daddy!” The doctor clutched my arm and said, “I’m so sorry about this. But there’s worse.” “What can be worse than this?” I screamed. The doctor took a deep breath and said, “He’s blind.”
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