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This time in 2016 I was a fat waddling mess. You, my son, were two weeks late and I had had enough. I went into hospital to be induced only to find you were in distress and hours later you were born into the world, dragged through the sunroof to the voice of Freddie Mercury and the sound of Queen. He gave you your middle name. It seemed apt. You had the cord wrapped around your neck. You weren’t breathing and you were resuscitated and whisked away to SCBU while I was being stitched back together. There was talk of brain damage and moving youRead More →