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 knew what he was thinking.

We had brought Maya home.

The boys had touched her hands.

Sam had informed his preschool teacher he had a baby sister.

I had already learned which cry meant hungry and which meant tired.

And now a stranger might appear.

I reminded Marcus of what we’d agreed.

“We knew this could happen.”