Two sides to every story

Today was my son's first birthday.  In between thanking the universe for my amazing, perfect little miracle baby - the most even tempered and happy baby out of the three, I also was inevitably brought back to this day last year when he was born. He was an emergency C-Section after I went in to labour before my scheduled c-section, that is something that most of my friends know. Not everyone knows that he was whisked away from me that first night to Neonatal Special Care Unit where he stayed until we left the hospital a few days later. I couldn't even see him until the following day just before lunch as I was still stuck in my bed post op. The hospital took great care of him and he is absolutely fit and healthy but I felt strongly compelled by this memory to remind you all this - there are two sides to every story, every picture, every post.