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”
“No.”
“Marcus.”
“Sorry.”
I looked toward the baby.
She was asleep.
Tiny chest rising.
Falling.
I whispered:
“No.”
“Marcus.”
“Sorry.”
I looked toward the baby.
She was asleep.
Tiny chest rising.
Falling.
I whispered: