And for these two friends, it hasn’t ended well.
A few weeks ago, my best friend gave birth to her first child. And as my closest friend, I was there by her side through her pregnancy.
I was one of the first people she told (even before the three month mark). I organised her baby shower. I listened to her talk about her worries, concerns and fears. I supported her in every way that I could, right up until she gave birth.
When she went into labour she sent me a text message to let me know. She comes from a fairly large family so I know things would have been frantic.
Trying to handle a newborn in those first few hours and having visitors rushing in and out can be madness. I imagine it would also be very draining. I’m not trying to make the situation about me, I completely get it.
But when I rang my friend telling her I’d be visiting, I was completely disheartened over how she reacted.
There wasn’t much chit-chat, she actually seemed very desperate to get me off the phone. I told her I wanted to come see her on a Friday afternoon. She had given birth the day before and had been instructed by nurses that she would probably be out by the Sunday.
Sounding flustered, she agreed and I just put it down to all of the craziness she had going on around her. I had a giant hamper of baby products and clothes ready to go. That night, a Thursday, I went online and ordered a gorgeous cupcake bouquet to take with me as well.