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”
“Is she okay?”
“She’s small.
Four pounds, eleven ounces.”
He swallowed.
“But she’s breathing on her own.
The doctors say she’s doing better than they expected.”
Relief moved through me.
Then I saw something else in Marcus’s face.
