My friend, the Lollypop girl, miscarried last week. We met up for a chat on the Monday at my house. She was going on and on about this friend of hers that annoys her, and about the morning sickness she was still going through. She was looking even skinnier than before, and was sort of recounting when it all started. She doesn't like anyone saying anything about it, biting their heads off or getting her husband to defend her extreme weightloss.
I have learnt to keep my mouth shut, but some things aren't helping her story of her having some mysterious illness that causes her to lose weight. She started talking about this TV show she tunes into every week without fail. About an anorexic girl who was giving away her secrets of how she doesn't eat and her tactics from letting people notice.
She mentioned that her mum wanted her to have weekly weigh-ins at her house very Sunday when they go over for dinner. That Sunday she had weighed in at 39 kgs. She was saying that her morning sickness wasn't helping the situation any, because she couldn't manage to keep anything down.
When she left, I had all these thoughts running through my head. 39kgs is anorexic and when a womans body turns and stops periods and what not. I was kinda worried about the baby, thinking it would be a miracle if it withstood the whole nine months in a skeleton.
That Thursday, she went into hospital and miscarried. I was sad for her, because she really wanted to have another child, but also a bit relieved. I hoped she would concentrate on getting better before trying to concieve again.
Unfortunately not though. I spoke to her today, and they are still trying for another one.
|
|
| Views: 60
