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”
White blanket with pink and blue stripes.
Knitted cap.
Tiny nose.
Tiny mouth.
One hand had escaped the swaddle.
Her fingers opened and closed.
I walked closer.
There are moments when your brain seems to separate into two people.
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