Feeding strangers’ babies helped ease my grief
Nikki Rabold-Cowley, 43, Sydney, NSW.
I handed my hubby, Pete, peanut butter from the pantry so he could make a sandwich for our tot. “Nikki!” he exclaimed, holding up the half-empty jar. “Not again!”
“Whoops,” I grinned, knowing my pregnancy cravings were out of control.
It was 2020, and as well as my unborn bub, I had a daughter Tommy’s Chloe, 19, from a previous relationship and a son Connor, three, with Pete.
Pete also had Charlotte, 20, Jacob, 19, and Taylor, 12, from previous relationships.
I was currently 14 weeks gone and if peanut butter cravings were as bad as it was going to get, I was happy.
Connor had muscular dystrophy, and we worried our new baby would have the same,…