Ashlee is a writer and mum of 3 children.
This year, she is pregnant with her fourth child.
However, just as she was preparing to meet another little angel with great anticipation, she suffered pain she had never experienced before—she miscarried.
Before the miscarriage, she was 7 weeks pregnant.
On October 15, she sent this heartbreaking po article:
"I hardly remember what the doctor said. Probably say that the child is not developing, for the 7-week-old baby, ta is too small.
I'm going to come back and review it and arrange for a curettage.
I was out of my soul for a second, as if watching someone else receive news of a miscarriage.
I suddenly realized I wasn't crying? Shouldn't I cry? Why didn't I cry?
I was numb and stunned. I held the form as if frozen.
I told her that I couldn't digest the news for the time being.
She said it was normal, she was sorry and asked me if I wanted a hug.
I nodded and she took my arm.
I broke down.
She handed me tissues, but all the tears were already flowing into the mask.
In the parking lot, I called Brett and collapsed on the steering wheel.
All the way home, I was begging God to be closer to me.
For 7 weeks, enough instagram crawled my search keywords to push me all kinds of maternity clothes.
Enough for me to fantasize, is this a boy or a girl? Blue eyes, or green eyes?
Enough for me to think about how to rearrange Presley's room and imagine how many more people will sit at our Thanksgiving table in 30 years.
Enough I found that the cinnamon rolls we grill every Sunday are only enough for 5 people.
Just last week, Brett laughed and said, 'We're going to bake two rolls later'.
7 weeks, enough for me to plan to buy a minivan later. Enough for me to plan to collect the old child seat handed down by a friend. Enough for me to download an app that tells me that my kids are now as big as blueberries. Enough for me to stop wearing jeans and start applying cocoa oil on my body again. Enough for me to joke that babies are born probably minions because I eat cheeze-its all day.
7 weeks.
Enough for me to fall in love with ta. ”
Many friends have left blessings and comfort in the comment area after reading this post.
But Ashlee's 10-year girlfriend Anna reacted differently from everyone.
She didn't message and asked "Are you okay?" ”
Nor did it say "Call me if you need help." ”
Instead, he sent this text message to Ashlee:
For Ashlee, who was mourning, bleeding and exhausted, this text message was exactly what she needed at the time.
She quickly replied to Anna:
Anna then asked her if she wanted to eat:
Before half past two, the anna text message came again:
"Toilet paper and cheezeits are on your porch"
Opening the door, anna was gone, and only the things that had been bought were neatly placed outside.
Although Ashlee has known Anna for 10 years, this small act still makes her very warm.
She sent a text message to Anna to ins, with the caption: Friendship.
Many people are very touched after watching it.
"Don't ask, just do it." Giving options is the best! When you're sick or in mourning, it's hard to think for yourself what you need. ”
"Watch crying, and real friends know how special these options are."
"Love this practice too much. Everyone handles pain differently. The options she gave her also included leaving her alone, which was really sweet. ”
"When my mom died, people kept asking me if I needed any help. But answering yes and figuring out what specifics need help is really hard and emotionally tiring.
So I replied no. Giving this option to people in pain will make their decision easier. Really thoughtful friends. ”
Only do you a favor, resolutely do not increase any burden on you, not even a word of thanks.
This is the friendship between true girlfriends.