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”

“People are looking.”

“I don’t care.”

“Well, I do.”

I pulled at his hands until he stood.

Then I moved several feet away from him.

I needed space.

I needed oxygen.

I needed the past four years of acceptance not to suddenly become negotiable.