My Family’s First Grandchild in America Became a Micro-Celebrity Overnight

My son was the only baby in the entire American branch of the family tree.

The first one.

The golden child.

The experiment.

My parents were bewitched.

My cousins — babies’ aunt and uncle — were deliriously obsessed.

I watched them all fall apart in adoration and thought:

If only they loved my secret Doula Certification like this. Sigh. (Who am I kidding? Even I KNOW it’s utterly useless lol)

But there is something magical about watching your own family meet the next generation —

as if your chaotic early adulthood suddenly acquires mathematical symmetry.