THE DOCTORS WARNED US ABOUT HAVING KIDS—NOW WE HAVE THREE LITTLE MIRACLES We were told “no” more times than I can count. No, it wasn’t safe. No, it wasn’t likely. No, we probably wouldn’t make it through another pregnancy without serious risks—for me or the baby. Every appointment felt like a cautionary tale waiting to happen. But we held on to hope. They saw our height first, our diagnosis second. But they didn’t see what we felt: a family already forming in our hearts, long before it showed up on an ultrasound. Now here we are—three beautiful little ones, side by side in a hospital room, and I can barely believe this is real. Our newest baby sleeping peacefully in the bassinet, and her big sisters standing proudly next to her like they already know the weight of the moment. Like they feel how far we’ve come to get here. I can still hear the surgeon from two years ago saying, “You’ve beaten the odds once. I wouldn’t push your luck.” But this
Australian Charlie, who was born with a genetic condition that led to dwarfism, and her husband Cullen, who has a…
