My husband and I were expecting our first child and after four and a half months we had a miscarriage and lost her. It was very hard but I had a feeling the whole time that something was wrong but I tried to dismiss it because we had passed 12 weeks. We continued trying to concieve but it just didn't happen. On mother's Day of last year my adopted sister told me that her biological cousin who was pregnant with twin boys was thinking about giving them up and she asked her to consider us. She and I had been friends and I had let her live with me for awhile so she said she definitely would. She had them about a month later and we never heard anything. My sister called me when they were almost 2 months old and said the birth mom was having a really hard time and was still thinking about letting us adopt them. She was living with her parents, her older sister and brother-in-law, her 2 siblings, and her older daughter. Most of them smoked in the house. She wasn't able to buy them formula or diapers and her parents would rarely help her. They were 5 and 8 pounds at 2 months old. They were being fed bananas and applesauce because she didn't have enough milk and when she did have it, she watered it down. They had only had 2 baths since they were born. Their bio mom was very unattached and they were left in their carseats or her bed most of the time. I was told they would cry for hours on end and no one would see about them. I sent her a text message and asked if she wanted me to come get them for the weekend and she said please. I went and got them and it was the longest, hardest weekend of my life. I called my sister and told her I couldn't handle it. She gave me a pep talk and said you want to be a mom, this is what it's going to be like. I kept them the rest of the weekend and everyone I talked to said you can't take them back there but I had to. She only agreed to me keeping them for the weekend and she said if DFCS was called there was no way she would let us have them. So I took them back but I insisted that she take Tyler to the Dr. because he was wheezing so bad I was scared he was going to stop breathing. I took them to the Dr. the next day and told her to let me know if she wants me to take them with me. I got a text that Friday saying that the power had been cut off at her house so I asked if I needed to get the boys and she said please. I went to get them unsure of how long she wanted me to keep them but she had their bags packed and they have been with us since. They were 2 months old when they came home with us. We were so unprepared we had to borrow a bassinet until we could get a crib but little by little we were able to get everything we needed and more. The bio mom gladly signed over her rights and we were granted guardianship and the adoption was final in May of this year. They are completely different boys. When we first got them they cried all the time and you could see the distrust in their face but now they are the sweetest, happiest babies in the world. Once they were on a schedule they rarely cried. They were underweight but are doing great now. We were so overwhelmed at first and now we couldn't be happier! Everyone who meets them comments on how good they are. We are truly blessed!