Couple has 3 sets of twins in 5 years after being told they can’t have kids, they all share the same birthday

Carrie and Craig Kosinski responded positively when a long-lost family friend requested them to watch her infant twins.

Carrie and Craig offered to temporarily assume custody of the adorable girls.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, and eventually the girls were a permanent part of the family.

For Carrie and Craig, having children had always been a dream, but they had no idea how their journey would turn out.

The births of Adalynn and Kenna occurred on February 28, 2014. The twins were born via emergency C-section, and at the age of three months, the Kosinkis were granted legal custody of the infant girls.

After a few years of parenting their adoptive twins, Carrie and Craig got a call from their original mother, who revealed that she was dealing with yet another tragic circumstance.

She was battling to make everything work while dealing with serious challenges in her life. She asked the couple if they would be open to adopting her two younger kids, Cece and J.J., twins who are two years old.

The younger twins were biologically related to Kenna and Adalynn.

From Union Grove, Wisconsin, Carrie and Craig had to consider their options carefully.

The couple had made numerous unsuccessful attempts to become pregnant before beginning the adoption process with Kenna and Adalynn.

They sought medical attention because they had no idea what was wrong for a while, and the doctor broke some devastating news.

The medical professional informed Carrie that due to her severe endometriosis, she was unable to conceive naturally. Therefore, having biological children was essentially out of the question; this is why they initially turned to adoption.

“It was a difficult decision. We were trying to get pregnant ourselves. But they were siblings so that was definitely was part of our consideration — we wanted to keep the siblings together,” Carrie told The Journal Times.

Carrie and Craig, however, put aside their private worries and informed the mother that they would be delighted to adopt the younger twins.

But not long after welcome Cece and J.J. into the family, Carrie started to feel off and knew she needed to see a doctor.

An ultrasound in September 2015 confirmed Carrie’s own pregnancy. Actually, there were two fetuses visible on the screen! In the past five years, she and Craig have welcomed three sets of twins.

”We were in shock, but super happy,” Carrie Kosinski explained.

Craig and Carrie understood their pregnancy was a gift from a higher power, despite their first overwhelm. All six of the children would be raised in a secure, loving home, the parents resolved.

But destiny would soon bring the family back, and their medical professionals could hardly believe what had transpired.

Unbelievably, the other two sets of twins’ birth dates, February 28 and March 1, were shared by biological twins Karraline and Clarissa.

”We were very shocked. We were like ‘oh my God we are going to have three sets of twins. What are we going to do with ourselves?’”, Carrie recalled.

The fact that all of Carrie and Craig’s kids have the same birthday is proof positive that this was meant to be, according to the delighted parents.

The Journal Times quotes Carrie as saying, “God certainly has a sense of humor.”

In week 25 of her pregnancy, Carrie used in vitro fertilization to give birth to Karraline and Clarissa. Sadly, their biological twins had to stay in neonatal intensive care for several months. Karraline and Clarissa, however, were in good health and shape when they were finally permitted to return home.

Three pairs of twins living under one roof is obviously expensive, but several members of the neighborhood have offered financial assistance.

Kind strangers from across the nation provided the family with financial assistance to cover their rising bills and expensive charges through fundraising websites like GoFundMe and AdoptTogether.

”I have to be very organized and keep to a schedule, or things get out of hand,” Carrie says.

Craig and Carrie believe that someone from above had a particular plan for their family because all six of their children were born on the same day: Cece and J.J. on February 28, 2013, Adalynn and Kenna on February 28, 2014, and Karraline and Clarissa on February 28, 2016.

”We believe that because God adopted us into His family that we were meant to adopt these children into our family,” Carrie said. ”It’s such a huge blessing to us. We love all our children the same. We wouldn’t want our lives to be any different.”

Today, this family is enjoying life, and to see all these beautiful kids grow up must be such a blessing for Carrie and Craig.

I Left My Son with My New Husband for a Work Trip – My Boy’s Audio Message Made Me Rush Home Immediately

I thought everything was fine at home while I was away on a work trip until a message from my 10-year-old son shattered that belief. In just a few words, he revealed how my husband had made him feel like an outsider, and I knew I had to act fast to protect my child.

I was three days into a work trip. Just three days. I should’ve been enjoying my time and focused on my meetings. But instead, I found myself booking the first flight home after hearing that message from Jake.

A woman in a hotel lobby | Source: Midjourney

A woman in a hotel lobby | Source: Midjourney

Everything had seemed fine at first. Our family wasn’t perfect, but we were happy, or so I thought. Jake, my eldest, was from my first marriage. He was ten now, a bright kid with a love for drawing and adventure.

Tommy, who was six, was from my marriage to Mark. The two boys got along like real brothers, always playing and laughing together. I never saw a problem.

Two boys playing together | Source: Midjourney

Two boys playing together | Source: Midjourney

Each night, I would FaceTime the boys. They’d show me their drawings, tell me about their day, and I’d laugh along with them. Mark, my husband of seven years, was at home taking care of them. I trusted him. He’d always been great with Tommy. And I thought he was good with Jake, too.

Well, one regular evening, Jake sent me an audio message. His sweet voice filled the silence of my hotel room.

A boy talking on his phone in his room | Source: Midjourney

A boy talking on his phone in his room | Source: Midjourney

“Hey, Mom. Today was good. Tommy and I played outside. Oh, and Tommy and Dad finished their food first, and then I got to eat what was left. Dad says it’s normal, and I should be okay with it. But, um, I think it was kinda weird. Was it?”

I stopped breathing. Played the message again. Leftovers? My 10-year-old son was eating leftovers? Why? And why would Mark say that was okay?

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A shocked woman with her phone in a hotel room | Source: Midjourney

I called Jake right away. He answered on the second ring, his voice light, not a care in the world.

“Hey, Mom!”

“Hey, sweetie,” I tried to keep my voice calm. “Can you tell me again about dinner?”

“Yeah,” Jake said. “Tommy and Dad ate first. He said it was their special time. Then Dad said I could have the rest. He said I could eat with my real dad if I wanted more time with him. But it’s fine, Mom. It’s no big deal.”

A boy watching his father and brother eat | Source: Midjourney

A boy watching his father and brother eat | Source: Midjourney

No big deal? My heart ached. How could Mark say something like that to Jake? How could he make my son feel like he didn’t belong?

“I’ll be home soon, Jake,” I said, trying to keep the anger from my voice. “Okay? I’ll be home.”

Jake was quiet for a moment. “Okay, Mom. See you soon.”

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A concerned woman talking on her phone | Source: Midjourney

I didn’t think twice. As soon as Jake hung up, my mind was made up. My son needed me, and I had to get home. My job, the meetings, the deadlines — they all seemed so insignificant compared to this.

I booked the next available flight without hesitation. My hands were shaking as I packed my bag, thinking about Jake sitting at the table, eating leftovers while Mark and Tommy enjoyed their dinner together. How could Mark do that to him? How could he make Jake feel like he didn’t belong in his own home?

A boy eating leftovers | Source: Midjourney

A boy eating leftovers | Source: Midjourney

My mind went back, looking for any signs of previous mistreatment. Had Mark ever hinted that he didn’t see Jake as his own? Had he ever made Jake feel like a stranger in our home?

Mark had always been a great dad to Tommy. I watched him play with Tommy for hours, teaching him how to ride a bike or helping him with homework.

A man playing with his son | Source: Midjourney

A man playing with his son | Source: Midjourney

When I first met Mark, he embraced my situation. He knew I had Jake from my first marriage, and he stepped into our lives without hesitation. It wasn’t always easy blending a family, but we made it work.

He seemed like the perfect stepfather to Jake, too. Sure, it was different—Jake wasn’t his biological son—but I never thought Mark would treat him any less than a part of our family. Or, at least, until now.

A man teaching his son to ride a bike | Source: Midjourney

A man teaching his son to ride a bike | Source: Midjourney

“Mom, is it normal that I only got to eat what was left?”

How could he do this?

When I landed the next day, my stomach was in knots. I needed to see Jake, to hold him, to make sure he was okay. But I also needed answers from Mark.

Would he even understand how badly he had hurt my son?

A concerned dark-haired woman in an airport | Source: Midjourney

A concerned dark-haired woman in an airport | Source: Midjourney

When I got home, I was determined. I walked in, and there were Jake and Tommy playing on the floor, just like normal. Jake’s face lit up when he saw me.

“Mom! You’re back early!” he said, running over to hug me.

I held him close, my heart breaking a little. “Yeah, sweetie, I missed you too much.”

Mark was in the kitchen, and when he saw me, he looked surprised. “You’re back already?” His tone was casual, like nothing had happened.

A man cooking | Source: Midjourney

A man cooking | Source: Midjourney

I didn’t respond. Not yet. I had a plan.

That evening, I made dinner — Jake’s favorite meal: spaghetti and meatballs. I didn’t ask Mark to help. I didn’t say anything to him at all. I just focused on my boys, making sure Jake and Tommy knew they were loved.

“Dinner’s ready!” I called, setting the table. Jake and Tommy ran over, excited. I served them both big portions, making sure Jake got his plate first. The three of us sat down, and I started eating with them, smiling and chatting about their day.

A woman having breakfast with her two sons | Source: Midjourney

A woman having breakfast with her two sons | Source: Midjourney

Mark stood by the table, waiting. At first, he didn’t seem to notice that I hadn’t made him a plate. He just stood there, watching us eat.

Finally, he cleared his throat. “Where’s mine?”

I looked up at him calmly. “Oh, I thought you could have some special time with your food after we’re done. Just like you did with Jake.”

His face changed. He frowned, confusion spreading across it. “What? That’s different.”

A woman talking to her husband in the kitchen | Source: Midjourney

A woman talking to her husband in the kitchen | Source: Midjourney

I shook my head, keeping my voice steady. “Is it? Because this is exactly what you did to Jake.”

Mark stood there, staring at me, trying to figure out what to say. He looked down at the table, realizing I wasn’t going to budge. I let the silence stretch for a moment, giving him time to think.

“You made Jake feel like he wasn’t part of this family,” I said quietly but firmly. “That’s not okay. Not ever.”

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A man standing in his kitchen | Source: Midjourney

Mark’s frustration was clear, but he didn’t argue. He sat down, and I handed him a plate with the leftover spaghetti. He didn’t say much, but I could tell he knew I was serious.

After dinner, once the boys were in bed, I sat down with Mark. I wasn’t angry anymore — just tired and disappointed. He needed to understand the damage he’d done, and I needed him to hear me.

A woman having a serious talk with her husband | Source: Midjourney

A woman having a serious talk with her husband | Source: Midjourney

“Look,” he started, “I didn’t think it was a big deal. I just wanted to spend time with Tommy. Jake has his own dad, you know? I figured it’d be good for him to bond with his dad when he’s with him.”

I shook my head. “That’s not how this works, Mark. Jake lives here. He’s part of this family. When you married me, you married into this family, and that includes Jake. You don’t get to treat him like he’s second-best just because he has another dad.”

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A man looking to his side | Source: Midjourney

Mark looked away, his jaw clenched. “I didn’t mean to hurt him.”

“I know you didn’t, but you did,” I replied softly. “You made him feel like he doesn’t belong here. That’s not something he should ever feel in his own home.”

He sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. “I didn’t think about it like that. I just thought—”

“You thought wrong,” I interrupted, my voice firm. “Jake is your son too. Maybe not by blood, but in every other way, he’s yours. If you can’t see that, then we have a problem.”

A serious woman talking to her husband in their living room | Source: Midjourney

A serious woman talking to her husband in their living room | Source: Midjourney

Mark was silent for a long time. I could see him processing what I’d said, but I didn’t let him off the hook.

“If you ever make Jake feel like he’s not part of this family again, we’re done. No warnings. No second chances. You treat both boys equally, or you don’t treat either of them at all.”

He finally nodded, the weight of my words sinking in. “Okay,” he said quietly. “I understand.”

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A shot of a serious dark-haired woman | Source: Midjourney

The next morning, I watched from the kitchen as Mark made breakfast. He scrambled eggs for both boys, setting the table for all three of them. Tommy was his usual bubbly self, but I could see Mark making an effort with Jake, asking him about his drawings, trying to include him in the conversation.

A man cooking breakfast | Source: Midjourney

A man cooking breakfast | Source: Midjourney

It was a small start, but it was something. Trust would take time to rebuild, but for now, it seemed like Mark understood what was at stake.

I wasn’t ready to forgive him yet. But I was hopeful that maybe, just maybe, things would get better.

A family having breakfast | Source: Midjourney

A family having breakfast | Source: Midjourney

Liked this story? Consider checking out this one: After a week away, I came home to the strange and unsettling sight of my kids sleeping on the cold hallway floor. Heart pounding, I searched for answers, only to find my husband missing and odd noises coming from the kids’ room. What I uncovered next left me furious — and ready for a fight!

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

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