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”

Diapers.

Bottles.

Preemie clothes.

Thermometer.

Everything our brains had forgotten since Sam stopped being a baby.

At 1:30 in the morning, Marcus and I stood under the fluorescent lights of a twenty-four-hour store pushing a cart full of infant supplies.

I looked at him.

“We are insane.”