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”
Sam wanted cereal in a specific bowl.
Maya threw food.
Marcus drank coffee standing up.
I regularly arrived at school pickup wondering whether I’d remembered to put on deodorant.
We were exhausted.
We were also fine.
Not magically fine.
Our marriage changed.