My Husband’s DNA Test Revealed a Secret That Shattered Us—My Test Uncovered an Even Bigger Truth

When my results came back, they carried an even heavier blow: Austin wasn’t biologically mine either.

I read the line over and over, tears blurring the page. If Paul wasn’t his father and I wasn’t his mother, then how could Austin be ours?

Searching for Answers

We went back to the beginning—to the hospital where I’d given birth. After tense meetings, stacks of paperwork, and hushed conversations with administrators, the truth came out.

On the day Austin was born, there had been a mix-up. Two babies—our son and another couple’s—had been switched.

The room spun as the reality sank in. For years, we had been raising someone else’s biological child, while another family had been raising ours.

Meeting the Other Family

Not long after, we were introduced to Sarah and James—and their son, Andrew.Continue reading…