Doctors W:arned a 4th Baby Could Harm Me — Then My Husband Called Me to a Maternity Ward and Asked a Question I Never Saw Coming
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Chapter 6 - The Wrong Miracle
Ten minutes later I was in a vinyl chair with a newborn girl tucked against my chest.
Six pounds, four ounces. Twelve hours old. Hands like curled petals.
Her fingers opened once against my shirt and closed again.
I forgot to breathe.
Daniel crouched down next to the chair. "Are you sure? Because if you're not—"
"We spent years wishing the boys could have a little sister."
He went completely still.
I looked down at her face. "Maybe we were just waiting for the wrong miracle."
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Daniel put both hands over his face.
That was the second time in my life I ever saw him cry.
