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.

My Husband’s Best Friend Came to Our Family Dinner – After He Left, Our 7-Year-Old Daughter Stopped Talking for Months

When my husband’s best friend, Brian, came over for a casual family dinner, I never imagined it would change our lives forever. But after that night, our daughter stopped speaking, and as the silence stretched on, we uncovered a devastating betrayal that shattered her innocence.

I still don’t know how to make sense of everything that happened. Maybe if I write it down, it’ll help. Maybe someone will understand or tell me I’m not crazy for feeling like this.

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A thoughtful woman | Source: Pexels

It started with a family dinner. Tom’s best friend Brian was coming over, as he had so many times before. Brian and Tom had been inseparable since middle school, practically brothers.

Brian was around for every big and small moment in our lives. If something needed fixing, he was there with his toolbox. If we had a BBQ, he was there with a cooler and a smile. He was more than a friend; he was family.

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A happy man | Source: Pexels

Emily, our daughter, adored him. She’d race to the door every time he came over, practically bouncing with excitement. “Brian! Brian!” she’d shout, wrapping her little arms around his legs, her eyes wide and bright. He’d always laugh and scoop her up.

“Hey, kiddo,” he’d say, grinning, giving her a playful noogie. “How’s my favorite girl?”

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A man playing with a little girl | Source: Pexels

That night felt no different—just pizza, laughter, and catching up. Tom was running late from work, so I called Brian to pick up the food. He came in with a big grin, balancing two pizza boxes in one hand and holding a small gift bag with the other.

“Look what Uncle Brian brought,” he said, handing the bag to Emily. Inside was a small stuffed puppy. Emily’s eyes lit up.

“Thank you!” she squealed, hugging the toy. “I love him!”

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A girl with a plush toy | Source: Pexels

Brian chuckled, ruffling her hair. “I thought you might, kiddo.”

We settled in for dinner, chatting about little things. Brian cracked his usual jokes, making us all laugh. Emily was glued to his side, asking him about everything under the sun.

“Why do dogs have tails?”

“To wag when they’re happy,” he answered with a smile.

“Why don’t cats have big tails like dogs?”

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A man and a little girl blowing at a candle on a cupcake | Source: Pexels

“Oh, that’s ’cause cats are sneaky. They don’t need ‘em as much,” he replied, making Emily giggle.

As we were finishing up, I realized we were out of drinks. Tom still hadn’t arrived, so I turned to Brian.

“Do you mind staying with Emily for a few minutes while I run to the store?”

Brian shrugged, waving a hand. “Of course not. Go on, we’ll be just fine.”

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A smiling man on a couch | Source: Freepik

“Thanks. I’ll be back in ten minutes,” I said, grabbing my keys. I knew Emily was in good hands. Brian was practically family, after all.

When I got back, I saw Brian by the door, looking… different. He wasn’t his usual self—he seemed tense, almost… nervous. He barely looked at me as he grabbed his coat.

“Everything alright?” I asked, frowning.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said quickly, not meeting my eyes. “I just—uh, something came up. Gotta run. Tell Tom I’ll catch him later.”

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A sad man | Source: Pexels

Then he was out the door, barely waiting for me to say goodbye. I felt a strange chill but brushed it off. It was Brian. He’d never given me a reason to doubt him before.

After that night, everything changed. Emily, my bubbly, talkative daughter, went silent.

At first, I didn’t think too much of it. Kids have off days. Maybe she was tired or upset that Brian left so suddenly. But by the next day, she still wasn’t talking.

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A sad girl | Source: Pexels

She went through breakfast without a word, not even looking up when I put her favorite waffles on the table. When I tried to draw her out with a story or a question, she just shrugged or looked down, her fingers tracing little circles on her plate.

“Emily, honey,” I asked gently, “are you mad about something? Did something happen with Brian?”

She just looked at me, her big, sad eyes filling with tears, then shook her head and went to her room.

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A crying girl | Source: Pexels

Tom tried talking to her, too. “Em, sweetie, you know you can tell Daddy anything, right?” he coaxed, crouching down to her eye level.

Emily just nodded, her lips pressed tightly together. She clutched the little stuffed puppy Brian had given her like it was the only thing holding her together. I tried to brush it off as a phase, or maybe a delayed reaction to a bad dream. But a mother knows when something’s really wrong.

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A little girl crying | Source: Pexels

By the third day, I knew it wasn’t just a phase. My heart ached as I watched my little girl, once so full of life, withdraw into herself. She wouldn’t go to the park. She didn’t want to color or play. When she spoke, it was short, single words—”yes,” “no,” “fine”—like she was afraid to say anything more.

Tom and I began to worry something terrible had happened. We took her to the pediatrician, who ran every test, checked her hearing, even her vision.

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A doctor examining a girl | Source: Pexels

Everything was normal. Then we went to a child therapist, but after several sessions, the therapist pulled us aside and told us they couldn’t figure out why Emily had retreated into silence.

Weeks turned into months, and Emily still hadn’t returned to her old self. She went through the motions but never spoke more than she had to. Tom and I tried every gentle way we knew to get her to open up, but it was like she’d locked herself in a place we couldn’t reach. Our lives felt wrapped in a strange, unspoken grief.

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A sad child at school | Source: Pexels

And then, one morning, after five long months, Emily finally broke her silence. I was buckling her into her car seat, about to take her to school, when she looked up at me, her eyes wide and scared.

“Will you leave me there forever?” she whispered, barely above a breath.

Her words hit me like a punch to the chest. “What? Emily, why would you say that?” I asked, my voice breaking.

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A shocked woman | Source: Freepik

Her lower lip quivered. “Brian said… he said I’m not really yours. He said you’re going to leave me like my real parents did.”

My heart shattered. I could feel the blood drain from my face as I struggled to hold back tears. Tom and I had always planned to tell Emily she was adopted, but when she was old enough to understand it in a safe, loving way.

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A sad, thoughtful woman | Source: Pexels

“Emily, listen to me,” I said, trying to steady my voice. “You are ours. We love you more than anything. Brian was wrong to say those things. We would never leave you. Ever.”

She looked at me, her eyes searching mine for something to hold on to, then nodded slowly. Her shoulders relaxed a little, but I could still see the doubt lingering in her face. That night, when Tom came home, I told him everything. He was furious, hurt beyond words, but we were both more focused on Emily’s recovery.

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A woman hugging her daughter | Source: Pexels

After that, Emily began talking again, slowly at first, but I could see she was still scared. I tried reaching out to Brian. He didn’t answer. Every call, every text went unanswered. Months went by, and it felt like Brian had vanished from our lives without a trace. Tom wanted to confront him in person, but we didn’t even know where he was anymore.

Then, one evening, out of the blue, I got a message from him. “Can we meet? I need to explain.”

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A woman looking at her phone | Source: Pexels

Against Tom’s better judgment, I agreed to meet him. I needed answers. When I saw Brian, he looked like he’d been through hell—tired, thinner, his face hollowed out by something I didn’t recognize.

“I’m sorry,” he said as soon as we sat down, his voice barely more than a whisper. “I never meant to hurt her… or you.”

“Then why, Brian?” I asked, my voice edged with the months of anger and confusion. “Why would you tell her that?”

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A man and a woman having a serious talk | Source: Freepik

He took a shaky breath. “I found out I was adopted that day,” he said, looking down. “Right before I came over. My parents never told me. My whole life, I thought they were my real parents. And then, just like that, I find out they’re not. It broke me.”

I stared at him, speechless. “So you decided to hurt Emily? To throw that on a child?”

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An angry woman | Source: Pexels

His face crumpled. “I wasn’t thinking straight. She was just so innocent, so trusting. I don’t know why I said it. I was… I was lost in my own pain, and I thought maybe… I don’t know, maybe she should know the truth before it’s too late.”

I shook my head, hardly able to look at him. “Brian, she’s seven. She’s just a child. That was our truth to tell her when the time was right, not yours.”

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A man covering his face with his hands | Source: Pexels

“I know. I’ve been punishing myself for it every day since. I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I just… I needed you to know. I’m sorry.”

I left the meeting feeling hollow, burdened with a sadness I couldn’t shake. Brian wasn’t evil. He was broken, and his pain had shattered the innocent trust my daughter had in the world. But it didn’t change the fact that we had to pick up the pieces.

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A sad woman deep in thought | Source: Pexels

Since that day, he hasn’t reached out again. Emily is doing better, but there’s still a part of her that hesitates, that questions.

If you liked this story, consider checking out this one: Life sure has a way of surprising you when you least expect it. Just when you think everything’s going according to plan, something or someone comes along and flips your whole world upside down. But sometimes, those moments that seem like the end of everything turn out to be just the beginning.

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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