After Four Daughters, My Husband Finally Had the Son He’d Always Begged For – But When He First Held Our Newborn Boy, His Words Made My Stomach Sink

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I remembered the hospital room after Ava — our fourth daughter, pink and squalling in my arms — and Aaron kissing her forehead before whispering, not unkindly, “Next time.” I remembered the small room at the end of the hall he’d painted slate blue three years ago, the wooden train set already waiting on the shelf.

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