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when I had my baby, and but I could see the pain in her eyes. I felt a strong sense of guilt. I wondered how the strained friendship we did have would make it through this.
I could feel her pain every time she spoke about her latest invetro procedure. She would try and change the subject, she always told me she didn't want to bother me with her problems. To change the subject she would ask how my daughter was doing, but some how her inquiry never felt right. Even though we were not as close as before, I still knew when she was in pain. I could see her pain, it was pouring through the phone right into my heart. More time passed and the phone calls that used to come daily, then weekly, then monthly were now once a year if that. Then the phone calls stopped all together

Seven years after the birth of my first child, I received a phone call. To my surprise it was my friends' youngest sister. She was calling with great news, my old friend was finally pregnant and she was carrying triplets. The invetro-fertilization finally worked. To say I was happy would be an understatement.
I asked for the baby shower details, where and when, but to my surprise it had already passed. I was never invited. I couldn't help but to feel hurt. I wondered for a second why she never told me, why she didn't call me herself but I knew why.
Our lives had gone in completely different directions and we were no longer the same little girls who met that fall day. The memory of us in sixth grade was now just that, a distant memory.
I eventually got the number of the hospital where she was staying under complete bed rest and I called her that very day. We talked and talked. I gave her my best wishes, and when she asked about me and how my life had been I told her my great news. After about 4 years of my own battle with infertility, I was also pregnant with my second child. Although I didn't have to go through invetro, the battle was equally difficult. To make things more interesting our due dates were exactly the same. We laughed and talked that day for hours. It seemed that we were back in school catching up.
On a cold October day she gave birth to her three healthy girls and a month later I gave birth to my second healthy daughter. Of course I had to call her again and catch up, so I did. I called her when she was finally able to bring her daughters home. This time we only spoke for a few short minutes as our new born daughters cried for our attention. That day we said what would be our last
goodbyes.
As I reflect on those wonderful years we spent together, I know that she was an
important part of my life. I must admit that I still miss her at times. I will
never forget my dear friend. I know she is out there somewhere living the life that
she always dreamed about and was finally able to get. I know I am, and I wish her the best. I can only hope that one day my daughters will get a chance to experience a friendship as great as ours was.

Here's to you Amanda. I will always have a special place for you in my heart.

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