When I was a kid, my best friend, Amy, lived next door. We're only 3 months apart in age and we did everything together- EVERYTHING. At different times, we even dated the same guy. (Different times- we werent mean to each other!) She was my confidant, my sleepover buddy, my trusted companion. As is often the case, time and circumstance got in the way and we grew apart. I moved away for college and got married and settled here. She married and settled down south, where we are from. We kept up with sporadic Christmas cards and the like... But then, the joys of FaceBook! We've gotten back in touch and it's great. I can see pics of her kids and keep up with how she's doing.
And, that's where you come in. A is pregnant with her third and, due to some underlying health issues, her pregnancy is high risk. She's had a lot of bleeding and her doctor thinks she is on the verge of a premature delivery. She's only 21 weeks right now, so a delivery would result in the unthinkable... an unthinkable that a lot of us are intimately acquainted with. I dont want the loss of a child to be something she and I have in common. I was thrilled for her when she told me she was pregnant and terrified for her when she told me she was bleeding a few months ago and that her doctor was afraid she might lose the baby. Now, she knows she is carrying this beautiful little girl and is afraid of losing her... Please, offer your prayers and thoughts to the universe for her.
She reads here from time to time, so, if you could offer her a word of peace and comfort in the comments section, I'll pass this link onto her.