After Three Sons, My Husband Placed a Baby Girl in My Arms — I Cried with Joy Until the Doctor Quietly Asked to Speak with Me Alone

After our third son was born, I finally packed away the tiny pink blanket I had kept since I was 17.

I adored my boys. Benjamin, Samuel, and Lucas were everything to me.

But my husband, Paul, knew the blanket had never really been meant for them.

I had bought it for the daughter I lost before I ever met him.