My SNOWFLAKE baby
It’s the first day of the school holidays and three-year-old Jake is playing dinosaurs in the fort he’s made in the garden with his beloved big sister, Zoe, now six. He stops roaring for a moment; his face lighting up as his dad arrives to join the game. With blue eyes like both his dad and sister, it’s hard to believe he isn’t genetically related to either of them. Nor is he related to Angie, even though she gave birth to him. His parents joke that despite any family resemblance, his white-blonde hair shining in the early spring sunlight is a reminder that he started life as a ‘snowflake’ – an adopted embryo.
Over tea and baby pictures, Angie explains that she gave up on the possibility of falling pregnant three years into their marriage after Mike
