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”

When my father was hospitalized two years earlier, Leo asked every day whether Grandpa was going to die.

He preferred bad answers to vague ones.

I touched his hand.

“I won’t lie to you.

That could happen.”

He looked down.

Eli asked:

“Does she have a name?”