At exactly 11:47 on Christmas Eve, my husband accidentally sent me a photograph of himself in a hotel bed with his mistress while I was home alone caring for our two feverish babies.

family property north of Manhattan.

But driving through a snowstorm with two feverish infants concerned me.

“I’m worried about the babies.”

“Then we handle that first.”

Twenty minutes later, I spoke to the pediatrician’s overnight service.

I described their symptoms and temperature readings.

The nurse explained what to monitor and when emergency treatment would be necessary.

Noah’s fever had begun falling.

Lily finally drank several ounces from her bottle.

Relief nearly made me cry.

Instead, I packed.

Two sleepers per baby.

Diapers, formula, medicine, thermometers, and blankets.

Birth certificates, insurance