The day my youngest was born. Started out as a normal, planned c-section but during some bonding in the recovery room we discovered that those cute noises he was making were because he was struggling to breathe. He went from there to the NICU where he stayed for the next 10 days. I'm not sure who was more stressed, DH or myself. For the first 5 days I was still in the hospital and DH was trying to take care of us and our other DS. Those 10 days were a blue but I remember thinking we would never get out of those rough days.