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.

We Moved Away from My Controlling MIL, but Then a Court Notice Arrived — She Found Us and Claimed We Owed Her Unpaid Bills

I thought we were free. For months, I woke up in our new home, relishing the quiet, the privacy, and the relief of finally escaping my MIL. But just as I let my guard down, a knock at the door shattered that illusion. A lawsuit. A court summons. And the most terrifying part? She knew where we lived.

We had cut ties, erased our footprints, and built a life without her meddling in every moment. So how had she found us? And why was she claiming we owed her money?

An older woman sitting in her house | Source: Midjourney

An older woman sitting in her house | Source: Midjourney

As I stood there, the court papers trembling in my hands, I knew one thing for certain. Inga wasn’t done with us yet.

***

I ran my fingers along the window frame, staring out at the quiet street.

The house was just a modest rental with a creaky front porch and mismatched wallpaper. Nothing special.

But to me, it was a sanctuary. A fresh start.

Behind me, Max sat on the couch, flipping through a book while our seven-year-old son, Leo, played with his toys. He smiled while moving his toy car, but I could see the shadows under his eyes.

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A child playing with his toys | Source: Pexels

It had taken months for Leo to start sleeping without nightmares. Years of our lives had been twisted and manipulated by Max’s mother, Inga, who was an expert in control and overstepping boundaries.

I still remember the way she would push her way into our daily lives, no matter how much I tried to set boundaries. At first, she convinced Max that she just wanted to “help out” after Leo was born. She cooked meals, cleaned, and always seemed eager to babysit.

But the help quickly turned into control.

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An older woman smiling | Source: Midjourney

She made decisions for Leo without consulting us.

For instance, she once cut his hair because she thought it was “too long.” She even fed him snacks we explicitly asked her to avoid.

At night, she would creep into Leo’s room after he had fallen asleep, pressing kisses to his forehead, brushing his hair back, and whispering things I couldn’t hear. I can’t explain how invasive it felt.

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A woman standing outside her grandson’s room | Source: Midjourney

And she never knocked.

It didn’t matter if I was in the bedroom, bathroom, or the kitchen, Inga would just appear. Her presence loomed over our home like a storm cloud, suffocating me with unspoken judgment.

The worst part? She convinced Max that she was only trying to be close to her grandson.

“She’s just excited to be a grandmother,” Max would say whenever I complained. “She doesn’t mean any harm.”

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A man sitting on his bed | Source: Midjourney

But I saw it for what it was. Control.

While we were living on her property, she kept everything in her name, including the utility bills, the lease, and even the mailbox.

Every month, she would remind us of how much we owed her, even though we gave her cash for everything. And if we ever disagreed with her? She would weaponize it.

“I do everything for you,” she would say, voice dripping with disappointment. “And this is how you repay me?”

The day we packed our bags to leave, she stood in the doorway with her arms crossed.

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An older woman standing in a doorway | Source: Midjourney

“You’ll regret this,” she said.

That was months ago. Now, as I sat in our new home, listening to Leo hum quietly while stacking his Legos, I felt something close to peace.

But then… There was a sharp knock at the door.

My heart skipped a beat. For a split second, I imagined opening the door to my mother-in-law’s smirk.

But when I pulled it open, I found a man in a suit holding an envelope.

“Are you Sarah?”

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A man in a suit | Source: Midjourney

I nodded.

“You’ve been served.”

My fingers trembled as I took the document. A lawsuit notice. A court summons.

My heart pounded against my chest as I skimmed the accusations: unpaid utility bills, property damage, unlawful departure.

She had found us.

But how?

We had done everything right.

We’d changed numbers and deleted social media. We hadn’t told anyone where we were going. We’d cut her off completely.

Yet, somehow, Inga had found us.

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A woman standing in a neighborhood | Source: Midjourney

I turned to Max, my hands clutching the papers. “She knows where we are.”

I showed Max the papers and watched his eyebrows furrow as he read them.

“It’s another power move,” he said. “But this time, it’s going to be her last.”

A bitter laugh bubbled in my throat. “She’s suing us for her bills, Max. Bills that were always in her name. How does she think she’s going to win this?”

Max exhaled sharply. “She doesn’t need to win. She just needs to make our lives miserable.”

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A man standing in his living room | Source: Midjourney

And at that, she was succeeding.

I still remember how she told us not to go for a proper contract when we decided to move into her house.

“We’re family,” she said.

And now, she was suing the same family by lying that we didn’t pay her anything.

How could she stoop so low? What was she even thinking?

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A close-up shot of a woman’s face | Source: Midjourney

A few days later, Leo came home from school looking pale and upset.

“Grandma came to my school today,” he said. “She said she missed me and wanted to talk, but I asked the teacher to tell her to leave.”

My blood turned to ice.

I dropped to my knees in front of him, gripping his shoulders. “She talked to you?”

Leo shook his head quickly. “No. The teacher didn’t let her. But she saw me. She waved at me from the gate.”

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An upset boy | Source: Midjourney

That night, Leo tossed and turned, mumbling in his sleep, trapped in another nightmare.

And I knew this was all because of Inga. This had to stop. I couldn’t let her ruin our lives anymore.

The following morning, I stepped outside to grab the mail. And that’s when I learned about Inga’s final move.

Our mailbox had an electricity bill addressed to Max.

The date? After we had moved out of Inga’s house. She wanted us to pay for electricity we hadn’t even used.

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A woman holding a document | Source: Midjourney

I gripped the paper and stomped back into the house.

“She’s been running up charges in our name,” I told Max. “This is fraud.”

Max exhaled. “All she wants is to make us look like we’ve committed a grave sin by moving out…”

That’s when I realized what Inga was doing wasn’t just about money. This was about control. About dragging us into court and humiliating us.

But if she thought we were going to roll over and let her win, she was in for a surprise.

The day of the hearing arrived, and as we walked into the courtroom, I saw her sitting there.

She was ready for battle.

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An older woman sitting in a courtroom | Source: Midjourney

Soon, the performance began.

“I opened my home to them, I paid their bills, I took care of them… and they left me with nothing but ruin!” she sobbed theatrically, dabbing at dry eyes with a tissue.

I glanced at the judge. He wasn’t buying it.

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A judge in a courtroom | Source: Pexels

But then Inga went for the kill.

She turned toward Leo and gasped dramatically. “My own grandson won’t even look at me now. My heart is broken!”

That’s when Max’s hands clenched into fists. I guess he was done.

“Enough, Mom,” he spoke up. “You never paid for us. You took our money, claiming it was for bills, but you never actually paid them. And you deliberately ruined our rental history.”

He turned to the judge. “And we can prove it.”

I took out the stack of papers.

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A stack of papers | Source: Midjourney

The documents had a full record of every payment we had made. It was proof that we had always given Inga the money for the bills she claimed to have paid.

There was also a police report from the day we moved out, documenting Inga’s threats.

And a copy of the new electricity bill dated after we left.

Inga wasn’t ready for this. Her eyes widened the moment she saw us submitting the documents.

“No! This isn’t fair!” she shrieked, scrambling to her feet. “They lied! They manipulated everything! You can’t do this!”

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An angry woman | Source: Midjourney

The judge barely spared her a glance. “Sit down, or you’ll be held in contempt.”

Inga’s chest heaved. “I took care of them! I gave them everything! And this is how they repay me?!”

Max exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “We don’t owe you anything. Not anymore.”

The judge’s verdict was swift. Case dismissed.

And then? A formal warning against Inga for harassment.

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A judge holding a gavel | Source: Midjourney

Inga lost, and we won. But for some reason, it didn’t feel like a real win. I guess that was because Inga still knew our address, and she could still show up to our house or go to Leo’s school to meet him.

The following day, I told Max something he wasn’t expecting.

“We’re moving. For good this time.”

“What?” he blurted out. “Moving again?”

“That’s the only way to ensure your mother stays away from us,” I said, picking up my phone.

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A woman using her phone | Source: Pexels

I called our real estate agent and told him we needed to move somewhere else. Somewhere far away from this place.

Three weeks later, we settled into a beautiful house in a quiet, welcoming neighborhood. Leo laughed more, slept better, and finally felt safe.

Max, too, seemed lighter, especially when he received an unexpected call from a top firm in the area with a brilliant job offer.

For the first time in years, I felt truly free. And this time, Inga had no way of finding us.

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A woman looking down | Source: Midjourney

Sometimes, family isn’t about blood. It’s about boundaries.

Sometimes, cutting off toxic people isn’t cruel. It’s survival.

You see, some people will never respect your peace, and when that happens, you have to choose yourself.

What do you think? Would you have handled it differently?

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.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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