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”

“There are forty-eight diapers.”

He shrugged.

“Prepared.”

When we entered our house, the boys were lined up near the sofa.

My mother had apparently spent an hour warning them not to touch the baby’s face.

Sam was holding both hands behind his back as though he had been arrested.

Leo looked nervous.

Eli looked thrilled.