For six months, I wasn’t allowed to meet my first grandson. My daughter-in-law kept saying she wasn’t ready for visitors, though her own mother had been living with them since the birth. I offered help, meals, even video calls—but was always turned down. My son stayed distant, only asking for more time. Finally, I baked cinnamon rolls and showed up unannounced. When they opened the door, they looked stunned. That’s when I saw them—twins.

Two identical baby boys. My heart stopped. They hadn’t just kept me from meeting my grandson—they hadn’t told me there were two. Through tears, my daughter-in-law explained: the traumatic emergency C-section, the NICU stays, her near-death experience, and the crushing anxiety.