I had to have an emergency C section and was knocked out as soon as he was born, I did hear him cry but did not get to see him. They were afraid I would struggle around if something was wrong. As I was blessed, he was perfect, no health problems.
A couple of hours later I woke up. My sister comes in "now don't be upset, he has a mole on his face"
I could not believe she said that. She knew what we went through to have this child and that doctors told us it would not happen.
When he was finally laid in my arms, he was beautiful, perfect. When he was about 23, the mole began to bother him when shaving. It was about the size of a pencil eraser when he was fully grown. He saw the doctor and they decided it would be best to remove it. I still miss it. I always said it was his father's mark of love. My husband mother's family all had moles somewhere on their person. My husband's was on the back of his head. He had a grey streak of hair there his whole life.
There is no such thing as an ugly baby. I like to think that there are no babies that are not loved and cherished.