At first, I was overwhelmed with feelings of ecstasy and bliss as I witnessed my first son being born. Then, in a blink of an eye, those feelings of ecstasy turned into feelings of anxiety and worry. “Emi” was having trouble breathing but he never gave up. He pushed through and eventually built up enough strength to be able to breathe and eat on his own. Little did I know this was just the start of the many great things he would do.