Every time Skylar landed in the hospital, my husband, Jim, and I would take shifts by Skylar’s bedside. At 6 pm, Jim would relieve me so I could slog through 2 hours of rush hour traffic for the opportunity to put my unaffected son to bed, eat a home-cooked meal prepared by the family member who had flown in that week to help, jump in a glorious but short shower, and finally lower my weary body into the heavenly comfort of my own bed.