Two Heartbeats, One Miracle

I was told my MoDi twins had zero chance. Doctors warned, pressured, and predicted loss—especially for Baby B. But a mother’s instinct is louder than fear.   I chose faith over statistics, love over convenience, and hope over despair.

Week by week, against every diagnosis, two heartbeats kept fighting. At 34 weeks, both were born—one strong, one tiny, both alive.
Today, nearly two and a half years later, my miracle boys fill my days with noise, mess, and joy.

Every laugh is proof that courage matters.   Sometimes, the greatest strength is trusting your heart when the world says “no.”