I Came Home with My Newborn Twins to Find the Locks Changed, My Stuff Thrown Out, and a Note Waiting for Me

You’d think bringing your newborn babies home would be one of the happiest moments of your life. And it started that way for me—until it quickly turned into a nightmare.

After three days in the hospital recovering from a difficult delivery, I was finally discharged and ready to go home with my lovely twin daughters, Ella and Sophie.

My husband, Derek, was supposed to pick us up. But suddenly, I got a rushed phone call.

“Hey, babe,” he said, sounding nervous. “I’m so sorry, but I can’t pick you guys up.”

“What? Why not?”

“It’s my mom. She’s really unwell. Chest pain. I have to take her to the hospital near her place.”

I gritted my teeth, fighting the frustration and exhaustion. I just said:

“Fine. I’ll get a taxi.”

When we pulled up in front of the house, my heart sank. My suitcases, diaper bags, even the crib mattress—were all thrown out across the lawn.

I tried my key. It didn’t work. The locks had been changed.

Then I saw it: a note taped to one of the bags.

“Get out of here with your little moochers! I know everything. — Derek”

I called him immediately. Straight to voicemail. Again—nothing. As Ella and Sophie started crying, I felt panic set in.

I called my mom.

“Jenna? What’s wrong? Are the twins okay?”

“Derek… he changed the locks. He threw my things out. Mom, he left a horrible note.”

She came right away. When she saw the scene, her eyes narrowed with anger.

“This makes no sense. Derek loves you and the babies.”

She hugged me tightly.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. Come stay with me for now. We’ll figure this out.”

The next morning, I needed answers.

I took her car and went back. My things were gone. The yard was empty. I circled to the back and looked through the window—and froze.

Derek’s mother, Lorraine, was calmly sipping tea at my kitchen table.

I banged on the door. She jumped, then smirked when she saw me.

“Where’s Derek?” I snapped. “Why did he—”

“He’s at the hospital in my city,” she said smugly. “Taking care of his sick mother.”

“You lied to him, didn’t you? You faked your illness!”

She folded her arms, proud.

“I told Derek from the start—we need a boy to carry on the family name. But you? You gave us two girls. Useless.”

I couldn’t breathe. She had faked an emergency, stolen his phone, tricked him into leaving town, and locked me out—all because she didn’t approve of my daughters.

“You’re insane,” I said, shaking.

I always knew she didn’t like me. She wanted her son to marry someone richer, prettier. She never approved of our relationship.

I went to the hospital and found Derek pacing.

“Your mom took your phone,” I said. “She faked the whole thing. She locked me out of the house.”

“What? Why would she…”

“Because our daughters are girls,” I said bitterly.

Without a word, he grabbed his keys, and we rushed back home.

Lorraine was still there, sipping tea.

“Derek, sweetheart, I just wanted to—”

“You’ve done enough,” he snapped.

“I just wanted to protect you. This isn’t how it was supposed to happen,” she pleaded.

“Protect me? From my wife and children? Who said I wanted boys? What makes you think my daughters aren’t enough? That’s your issue, not mine. And if you want sons, go have your own.”

“Jenna is my wife. Ella and Sophie are my daughters. If you can’t respect them, you’re not part of this family.”

Lorraine was speechless for once. She stormed upstairs, slamming doors.

Derek turned to me, eyes full of regret.

It wasn’t easy. But we spent months rebuilding what we lost.

Because true family is built on love, not expectations.