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	<description>i will NOT scribble on the children</description>
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		<title>By: link share, link love, mom blogs, mama blogs &#124; rosiedreams.com</title>
		<link>http://cribchronicles.com/2010/07/21/at-the-red-light/comment-page-2/#comment-527004</link>
		<dc:creator>link share, link love, mom blogs, mama blogs &#124; rosiedreams.com</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2011 15:11:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] that Rocked Me This post blew me away. I thought I was simply following a link to a tidy explanation, and was confronted by [...]</description>
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		<title>By: Tash</title>
		<link>http://cribchronicles.com/2010/07/21/at-the-red-light/comment-page-2/#comment-526927</link>
		<dc:creator>Tash</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Dec 2011 22:44:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I went into the hospital at 19 weeks and came out at 23 weeks empty handed. My son Liam died. I remember sitting in Tim Hortons with my husband when my breasts started leaking. Nobody told me about that. I spent 30 minutes in the bathroom crying before cleaning myself up.
I don&#039;t know how I got here but I&#039;m glad that I did. This is so beautiful, so painful, honest, comforting. Im so sorry for the loss of your Finn. What a beautiful name.
Im not ready to rearrange furniture but im trying my best. I will be back. You are an incredible writer.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I went into the hospital at 19 weeks and came out at 23 weeks empty handed. My son Liam died. I remember sitting in Tim Hortons with my husband when my breasts started leaking. Nobody told me about that. I spent 30 minutes in the bathroom crying before cleaning myself up.<br />
I don&#8217;t know how I got here but I&#8217;m glad that I did. This is so beautiful, so painful, honest, comforting. Im so sorry for the loss of your Finn. What a beautiful name.<br />
Im not ready to rearrange furniture but im trying my best. I will be back. You are an incredible writer.</p>
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		<title>By: the bungalow &#124; cribchronicles.com</title>
		<link>http://cribchronicles.com/2010/07/21/at-the-red-light/comment-page-2/#comment-526775</link>
		<dc:creator>the bungalow &#124; cribchronicles.com</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Dec 2011 00:19:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] closed on the house we currently live in the day that Finn was born: it has been a good home, but tinged always with that apprehension, that accident of circumstance, [...]</description>
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		<title>By: I&#8217;m ready for my close-up. &#124; In Pursuit of It All</title>
		<link>http://cribchronicles.com/2010/07/21/at-the-red-light/comment-page-2/#comment-518289</link>
		<dc:creator>I&#8217;m ready for my close-up. &#124; In Pursuit of It All</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Sep 2011 01:04:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] you Lisa, Jes, Polly and Eden for your love, support and encouragement. And to Noa, Alex, Cecily, Bon, Eden, Annie, Darryl, Diane, Kate, Stacey, Brit, Kristin, and Jenni, thank you for letting me share [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] you Lisa, Jes, Polly and Eden for your love, support and encouragement. And to Noa, Alex, Cecily, Bon, Eden, Annie, Darryl, Diane, Kate, Stacey, Brit, Kristin, and Jenni, thank you for letting me share [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Ky</title>
		<link>http://cribchronicles.com/2010/07/21/at-the-red-light/comment-page-2/#comment-513174</link>
		<dc:creator>Ky</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Aug 2011 03:03:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You were incredible at BlogHer. Thank you so much for sharing this. Thank you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You were incredible at BlogHer. Thank you so much for sharing this. Thank you.</p>
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		<title>By: The road of life twists and turns and no two directions are ever the same. Yet our lessons come from the journey, not the destination. &#124; Vixen&#039;s Den</title>
		<link>http://cribchronicles.com/2010/07/21/at-the-red-light/comment-page-2/#comment-512251</link>
		<dc:creator>The road of life twists and turns and no two directions are ever the same. Yet our lessons come from the journey, not the destination. &#124; Vixen&#039;s Den</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Aug 2011 18:17:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] remember them and the amazing women who&#8217;s lives they touched: Maddy, Boo, Christine and many others. If I met you this weekend, shook your hand, or hugged you&#8230;.just know that today I am again [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] remember them and the amazing women who&#8217;s lives they touched: Maddy, Boo, Christine and many others. If I met you this weekend, shook your hand, or hugged you&#8230;.just know that today I am again [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Jamie</title>
		<link>http://cribchronicles.com/2010/07/21/at-the-red-light/comment-page-2/#comment-479158</link>
		<dc:creator>Jamie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 25 Jun 2011 03:24:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>It has been almost a year since this was written. I don&#039;t know if this comment will reach you yet am writing anyway. My son lived 16 weeks 2 days. SIDS. 5 months ago. I am exhausted. Noone tells you how exhausting grieving is. How it completely takes away your ability to make simple decisions. I have pictures, framed, that have been leaning against the wall in my dining room for 5 months. I can&#039;t even begin to picture in my mind where they are to hang. Nor will I let anyone move them. Crazy, yes probaly. Men in white coats. Pictures of my boy, Sullivan Conner, Sully, sit on a side table. Also not hanging on the wall. Do you hang up pictures of your son after he dies? I don&#039;t know. I just found your blog tonight, by accident. I&#039;m thankful for it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It has been almost a year since this was written. I don&#8217;t know if this comment will reach you yet am writing anyway. My son lived 16 weeks 2 days. SIDS. 5 months ago. I am exhausted. Noone tells you how exhausting grieving is. How it completely takes away your ability to make simple decisions. I have pictures, framed, that have been leaning against the wall in my dining room for 5 months. I can&#8217;t even begin to picture in my mind where they are to hang. Nor will I let anyone move them. Crazy, yes probaly. Men in white coats. Pictures of my boy, Sullivan Conner, Sully, sit on a side table. Also not hanging on the wall. Do you hang up pictures of your son after he dies? I don&#8217;t know. I just found your blog tonight, by accident. I&#8217;m thankful for it.</p>
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		<title>By: the beautiful words &#124; cribchronicles.com</title>
		<link>http://cribchronicles.com/2010/07/21/at-the-red-light/comment-page-2/#comment-338775</link>
		<dc:creator>the beautiful words &#124; cribchronicles.com</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 26 Sep 2010 17:43:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] i remembered this post, the woman i saw weeping in July, and i smiled at her under the tears, that unknown sister. i [...]</description>
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		<title>By: Jill</title>
		<link>http://cribchronicles.com/2010/07/21/at-the-red-light/comment-page-2/#comment-327150</link>
		<dc:creator>Jill</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Aug 2010 07:37:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Amazingly beautiful.  And heart wrenching.  Sitting here in tears, not sure of what to say.  So I just sit.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Amazingly beautiful.  And heart wrenching.  Sitting here in tears, not sure of what to say.  So I just sit.</p>
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		<title>By: Wannabe Mom</title>
		<link>http://cribchronicles.com/2010/07/21/at-the-red-light/comment-page-2/#comment-323566</link>
		<dc:creator>Wannabe Mom</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 31 Jul 2010 13:36:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>So beautiful. I can understand the torture of having to live in the house, and piling things on top of things to rage against it. (I&#039;m in that boat, but for other reasons.) 
I hope she gets there, in time.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So beautiful. I can understand the torture of having to live in the house, and piling things on top of things to rage against it. (I&#8217;m in that boat, but for other reasons.)<br />
I hope she gets there, in time.</p>
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