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”
“Me too.”
I looked toward the backyard.
Maya was chasing Sam.
Leo was old enough now to pretend he was above everything while still stepping in whenever the younger kids argued.
Eli was laughing.
The family we’d once thought was complete had changed shape.
Not because fate owed us a daughter.
Not because tragedy was secretly a gift.