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”

Twenty-two minutes away.

I left the kitchen exactly as it was.

My mother agreed to stay with the boys.

I didn’t change my shirt.

Didn’t fix my hair.

Didn’t even remember to move the laundry from the washing machine.

I drove there in the shirt I’d been cleaning the kitchen in.

Marcus was standing at the end of a maternity corridor with his coat still on.