When my husband Paul took a DNA test, we were devastated to learn he wasn’t our son Austin’s biological father. I was heartbroken — I knew I had never cheated. Determined to prove my innocence, I took a test too… and the result was even more shocking: I wasn’t Austin’s biological mother either.

Confused and desperate, Paul and I went back to the hospital where I gave birth. After an investigation, the truth came out: our baby had been switched at birth. We eventually met the other family. Their son, Andrew, looked just like Paul. And Austin? He’d always been ours in every way that mattered. We chose to stay in each other’s lives — because love makes a family, not DNA.