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”

Dangerous?

Kind?

Did he know Clara was pregnant?

Would he take one look at Maya and love her?

Would he resent us?

Would we become people who fought a father for his own child?

I hated all of those thoughts.

One evening, Marcus found me crying while folding preemie clothes.