"She only has one hand," my husband said to me. I had just awoken from recovery, so I was a little foggy. "What?" "She's missing her right hand," he said. I looked at him and said, "Are you kidding? That's not funny." "I'm not kidding, honey. There's a doctor waiting outside to talk to us." I immediately broke down. How, as a mother, did I not know? I just saw her I thought to myself. I guess they only let me see her for a few seconds and I didn't...