‘Sorry Mom, I Couldn’t Leave Them,’ My 16-Year-Old Son Said When He Brought Newborn Twins Home

Three weeks in, everything changed.

I came home from my evening shift at the diner to find Josh pacing the apartment, Lila screaming in his arms.

“Something’s wrong,” he said immediately. “She won’t stop crying, and she feels hot.”

I touched her forehead, and my blood went cold. “Get the diaper bag. We’re going to the ER. Now.”

The emergency room was a blur of lights and urgent voices. Lila’s fever had spiked to 103. They ran tests: blood work, chest X-rays, and an echocardiogram.