With great anticipation and excitement, we joyfully welcomed our third son into this world on September 20th, 2016. From birth, it appeared as though he had blue eyes, just like his daddy! He cried loud and proud as he was swiftly taken from mommy for cleaning, measurements, mucus suction, and the cutting of the umbilical cord. My wife, Terri and I were ready to welcome this little guy into our already crazy family. With a rambunctious five year old and curious two year old, our days were jam packed with%u2026well, chaos. We were in between two names for the previous several months, going back and forth, trying to figure out what the best fit would be. Neither one of us could settle on one name or the other until the next to the last day of being in the hospital. It drove family and friends crazy, but it was well worth the deliberations as we would find out soon enough that our world was about to be turned upside down. In the hospital, our little boy had developed a blockage in his bowels and the medical staff took X-rays, tried suppositories and finally it was decided that he would need to visit the NICU to have an enema done. That did the trick and we were grateful he was back to normal. We left the hospital revealing our baby%u2019s boy%u2019s name as Asher Daniel. This name is significant because Asher is a Hebrew name which means happy, blessed and fortunate and Daniel is my father%u2019s name which means God is my judge. A few days passed and we noticed his stool was a very bright green color, something we didn%u2019t recall experiencing with our other two boys and Asher was having a difficult time gaining weight and it was concerning his pediatrician and us. We arrived at his two week check up with his pediatrician hoping he had gained enough weight and this time we had the other two boys with us as we thought it would be a quick weight check and we%u2019d be out the door. At the end of the appointment, with our two year old making a mess of yogurt all over his face and clothes and our five year old requesting that it%u2019s time to go, the pediatrician was finishing up with her checklist of items to review with us. We were anxious to get out of the office, clean up the boys and head home when she mentioned she had something important to discuss with us. Our pediatrician went on to explain that in the state of Wisconsin, all newborns are screened for genetic disease called Cystic Fibrosis and the results were submitted to her from the state. In the middle of trying to understand what the doctor was saying was our other children becoming increasingly antsy to leave, whining, talking over us- you probably get the idea. The pediatrician stated Asher had tested positive for CF and had two mutations that were indicative of this disease. We were completely stunned to say the least. Immediately we were scheduled to drive that same day forty five minutes away to the nearest clinic where CF is treated, which was a blessing that it wasn%u2019t further away. I was aware of CF and its prognosis after having a friend from high school pass away from it in 2009. Terri had no idea what it was or its prognosis but it%u2019s been a learning experience for both of us. So, here we are almost four months later and Asher is doing amazing. He%u2019s actually achieved 90th percentile for his weight and continues to grow and develop! He%u2019s a beautiful little boy, always smiling and while our family is still grieving for him, we must remain positive and supportive. Every day is a battle against his little body we must boldly face and we remain hopeful that cure for this disease is just around the corner.