We were one of the only houses that still had electricity, and we hosted everyone we knew who didn't -- my parents and lots of our friends. While my brother wasn't talking to me, I did check up on him through my parents. He told them he had electricity and everyone was fine; he even invited my mother to come over to his house and stay. It was only later when people told me on Twitter that he didn't have power and that there were pictures of Antonia and her brothers bundled up cold on the couch. It killed me. I would have loved to shelter them at our house.
Watching this first episode and reliving everything was hard. It was hard to see the devastation of Sandy again. It was hard to see my brother thinking I didn't care about him. It was hard for me to see Jacqueline cry for her son.
I give Jacqueline a lot of credit for sharing Nicholas' story. Dealing with his disorder and dealing with it publicly takes a lot of courage. Nicholas holds a special place in my heart because he was born three months before Audriana. Jacqueline and I were pregnant together, did our first major magazine photo shoot together with our babies, and used to joke that Nicholas and Audriana would be sweethearts. He is such a beautiful boy.