After 3 Boys, We Gave Up Our Dream of a Daughter—Then My Husband Called Me to the Hospital and Said, “There’s a Baby Here”

I could see the corner of it through the glass.

Marcus walked toward me.

“I need you to sit down.”

I didn’t.

The vinyl chairs in the hallway were bolted to the floor in rows of four, cold and pale yellow under the fluorescent lights.

I looked at my husband.

“Marcus, tell me what is going on.”

He swallowed.