I remember thinking the hardest part of raising twins was the exhaustion. I was wrong because the real shock came the evening I opened the nanny cam app and saw something that made my blood run cold.
AdvertisementI have 11-month-old twin boys. If you’ve never had twins, imagine sleep deprivation becoming part of your personality.For almost a year, I hadn’t slept more than three consecutive hours.Mark, my husband, traveled for work at least twice a month, sometimes more.Besides each other, we have no family.My parents passed away years ago, and I was their only child. Mark grew up in foster care, moving from one home to another. We didn’t have grandparents to call or a backup plan.

Two weeks before everything unraveled, I broke down on the kitchen floor.”I can’t keep doing this,” I told Mark over the phone while Liam screamed in the background and Noah banged a spoon against the high chair tray. “I’m so tired I can’t even think straight anymore.”We hired through a licensed agency. I wouldn’t have trusted anything less.They ran background checks, verified references, and confirmed CPR certification. I made sure of it myself.If something went wrong, it wouldn’t be because I hadn’t done enough.They sent us Mrs. Higgins, a woman who looked around 60.