It was both good and bad. My wife was born, of course but my older brother was killed in a car accident at 17YO. I was 8.
My wife was born in September and my brother was killed in October.
It's very strange to think that while my family was grieving the loss of my brother(oldest son), 100 miles away, my in-laws were experiencing the joy of their first born child.
Wow, that's pretty heavy.