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”

He stopped.

Grief likes to rewrite the past into a series of doors you should have opened.

I knew because I had done it after my third pregnancy.

What if we’d switched doctors?

What if we’d waited?

What if I’d been healthier?

What if the warning was too cautious?

Eventually, I had to accept that some outcomes could not be solved by imagining a more heroic version of myself.