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did everything that Maddox would do, but nothing seemed
to please her.
Iris cried… and cried until she fell into a fitful sleep.
“Momma, crying,” Noah said quietly. My cheeks were
wet with tears and I hadn’t even realized I was crying.
“I’m fine,” I barely choked out, trying to convince my
boys.
But it was a lie and even they could sense that.
Iris made a hiccup sound and her forehead furrowed as
if she was uncomfortable in my arms. I placed her back into
her bassinet and prayed she wouldn’t wake up again.
Quickly wiping away my tears, I fed the boys more
pancakes and cleaned the kitchen while they finished their
breakfast. Afterward, they quietly sat on the couch and
watched TV without any argument or screaming matches.
Maybe they sensed that I was at my wit’s end. Because
they were never this calm.
My legs shook as I sat down next to the bassinet. After
being a little grump, Iris was now sleeping peacefully.
Black curly hair. A tiny button nose and a pouty mouth. The
cutest little thing ever. Even at six weeks old, she was the
smallest of my babies. Everyone said she looked so much
like me, and I wanted to believe that.
The back of my eyes burned and the lump in my throat
swelled larger with emotions.
After Noah, I thought I was done with kids. Being
surrounded with four boys and their father, that was
enough testosterone for me. I was outnumbered and deep
inside, I always wanted a girl.
When Noah turned two, I told Maddox I wanted to try
for another baby. Of course, I barely even got the words out
before he was on me and trying his luck to impregnate me.
As Maddox would joke endlessly about his super sperm,
it turned out that I got pregnant that same night.
But it wasn’t meant to be.
Thinking about it still made me want to vomit.