My life changed the day my 22-year-old son called to say his girlfriend was pregnant; I was just learning to navigate being an empty nester, and suddenly I was raising grandchildren in my tiny apartment. Every day is a battle between love, resentment, exhaustion, and hope, as we try to make it work—especially with another baby on the way. I question my own choices, my son’s, and what family really means when the world feels too small for all of us.