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	<pubDate>Sun, 27 Jul 2008 08:39:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Comment on RIP Pickles by Maprinces3</title>
		<link>http://findingyourself.net/2008/07/24/rip-pickles/#comment-5151</link>
		<author>Maprinces3</author>
		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Jul 2008 00:56:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://findingyourself.net/2008/07/24/rip-pickles/#comment-5151</guid>
					<description>Fidget, I am so sorry that dear sweet Pickles passed on. The loss of a cherished pet is never a easy one. I like to believe that Pickles is in heaven now playing with all the babies and children there, and they will all be awaiting our time to be together once again.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Fidget, I am so sorry that dear sweet Pickles passed on. The loss of a cherished pet is never a easy one. I like to believe that Pickles is in heaven now playing with all the babies and children there, and they will all be awaiting our time to be together once again.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Weekend Shivers &#038; Cuteness by Lucy</title>
		<link>http://findingyourself.net/2008/07/25/weekend-shivers-cuteness/#comment-5150</link>
		<author>Lucy</author>
		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Jul 2008 08:42:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://findingyourself.net/2008/07/25/weekend-shivers-cuteness/#comment-5150</guid>
					<description>When our son was about 3, we discovered him chatting on the phone, he didn't want to hand over the phone, as he was talking to the nice man. The nice man told  us, he'd had a lovely long chat to our little laddie. who had rung him. By his accent we relised he was scottish, from the far north in fact, and we live in the far southwest UK, we said a very hasty goodby.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When our son was about 3, we discovered him chatting on the phone, he didn&#8217;t want to hand over the phone, as he was talking to the nice man. The nice man told  us, he&#8217;d had a lovely long chat to our little laddie. who had rung him. By his accent we relised he was scottish, from the far north in fact, and we live in the far southwest UK, we said a very hasty goodby.</p>
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		<title>Comment on RIP Pickles by Sandy Y</title>
		<link>http://findingyourself.net/2008/07/24/rip-pickles/#comment-5148</link>
		<author>Sandy Y</author>
		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Jul 2008 02:54:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://findingyourself.net/2008/07/24/rip-pickles/#comment-5148</guid>
					<description>I'm so sorry for your loss.  Losing a pet is never easy.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m so sorry for your loss.  Losing a pet is never easy.</p>
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		<title>Comment on RIP Pickles by Moosie</title>
		<link>http://findingyourself.net/2008/07/24/rip-pickles/#comment-5147</link>
		<author>Moosie</author>
		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 20:01:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://findingyourself.net/2008/07/24/rip-pickles/#comment-5147</guid>
					<description>I'm really, really sorry.  Losing a cherished pet, friend, companion....is so hard.  I'm thinking of you,

&lt;em&gt;Moosie's last blog post..&lt;a href='http://snapshotsandpieces.blogspot.com/2008/07/shes-got-skillz.html' rel="nofollow"&gt;She's got skillz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m really, really sorry.  Losing a cherished pet, friend, companion&#8230;.is so hard.  I&#8217;m thinking of you,</p>
<p><em>Moosie&#8217;s last blog post..<a href='http://snapshotsandpieces.blogspot.com/2008/07/shes-got-skillz.html' rel="nofollow">She&#8217;s got skillz</a></em></p>
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		<title>Comment on The Not So Glamorous Side by JEN</title>
		<link>http://findingyourself.net/2008/07/22/the-not-so-glamorous-side/#comment-5146</link>
		<author>JEN</author>
		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 18:26:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://findingyourself.net/2008/07/22/the-not-so-glamorous-side/#comment-5146</guid>
					<description>I learn so much from your "mom" experience!  Thanks for posting.....

&lt;em&gt;JEN's last blog post..&lt;a href='http://jeninmich.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello.html' rel="nofollow"&gt;Hello --&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I learn so much from your &#8220;mom&#8221; experience!  Thanks for posting&#8230;..</p>
<p><em>JEN&#8217;s last blog post..<a href='http://jeninmich.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello.html' rel="nofollow">Hello &#8211;</a></em></p>
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		<title>Comment on RIP Pickles by becky</title>
		<link>http://findingyourself.net/2008/07/24/rip-pickles/#comment-5145</link>
		<author>becky</author>
		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 02:34:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://findingyourself.net/2008/07/24/rip-pickles/#comment-5145</guid>
					<description>omg I am so sorry for your loss....here's a poem...hope you feel better soon.{{{hugs}}} 

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. 
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
 
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind. 
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. 

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart. 

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>omg I am so sorry for your loss&#8230;.here&#8217;s a poem&#8230;hope you feel better soon.{{{hugs}}} </p>
<p>Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.<br />
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.</p>
<p>All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.<br />
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. </p>
<p>You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart. </p>
<p>Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together&#8230;.</p>
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		<title>Comment on The Not So Glamorous Side by wombat</title>
		<link>http://findingyourself.net/2008/07/22/the-not-so-glamorous-side/#comment-5144</link>
		<author>wombat</author>
		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 23:34:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://findingyourself.net/2008/07/22/the-not-so-glamorous-side/#comment-5144</guid>
					<description>I had the same bleeding thing happen to me.  I went to my midwife at 8 wks postpartum for the bleeding and eventually (after a prescription, passing of tissue, a vag ultrasound and a terrible middle of the night ER visit) discovered that I had retained placental tissue.  My placenta came out intact at the birth, but I had an extra little lobe that stayed inside that no one knew about.  I had previously been told that I wouldn't be making milk if that were the case (not true!) and that it was probably my period (wasn't).  I ended up being fine because of a stellar midwife and some damn good luck, but it's a potentially extremely serious condition (hemorrhage or infection).  I'm not trying to freak you out - you're probably just fine, but my only symptom was almost exactly the same off-and-on bleeding pattern just like yours.  I encourage you to follow your gut on what to do next.  The only way to tell for sure is a vaginal ultrasound.  

With my second son my bleeding tapered normally and ended after 3.5 weeks.  The first time I didn't have anything to compare to, so I thought it might be normal, but it wasn't and I'm so glad I went to get it checked out.  Good luck, and I really hope I'm not making you panic - it just sounds so similar to my experience I thought I really should say something.  Good luck!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I had the same bleeding thing happen to me.  I went to my midwife at 8 wks postpartum for the bleeding and eventually (after a prescription, passing of tissue, a vag ultrasound and a terrible middle of the night ER visit) discovered that I had retained placental tissue.  My placenta came out intact at the birth, but I had an extra little lobe that stayed inside that no one knew about.  I had previously been told that I wouldn&#8217;t be making milk if that were the case (not true!) and that it was probably my period (wasn&#8217;t).  I ended up being fine because of a stellar midwife and some damn good luck, but it&#8217;s a potentially extremely serious condition (hemorrhage or infection).  I&#8217;m not trying to freak you out - you&#8217;re probably just fine, but my only symptom was almost exactly the same off-and-on bleeding pattern just like yours.  I encourage you to follow your gut on what to do next.  The only way to tell for sure is a vaginal ultrasound.  </p>
<p>With my second son my bleeding tapered normally and ended after 3.5 weeks.  The first time I didn&#8217;t have anything to compare to, so I thought it might be normal, but it wasn&#8217;t and I&#8217;m so glad I went to get it checked out.  Good luck, and I really hope I&#8217;m not making you panic - it just sounds so similar to my experience I thought I really should say something.  Good luck!</p>
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		<title>Comment on RIP Pickles by tigerjen</title>
		<link>http://findingyourself.net/2008/07/24/rip-pickles/#comment-5142</link>
		<author>tigerjen</author>
		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 22:22:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://findingyourself.net/2008/07/24/rip-pickles/#comment-5142</guid>
					<description>I am so sorry for your loss.
 He looks like he was a very special family member.

&lt;em&gt;tigerjen's last blog post..&lt;a href='http://tigerjen77.wordpress.com/2008/07/17/my-daughter-in-the-water/' rel="nofollow"&gt;My DAUGHTER in the water&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I am so sorry for your loss.<br />
 He looks like he was a very special family member.</p>
<p><em>tigerjen&#8217;s last blog post..<a href='http://tigerjen77.wordpress.com/2008/07/17/my-daughter-in-the-water/' rel="nofollow">My DAUGHTER in the water</a></em></p>
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		<title>Comment on RIP Pickles by Not Fainthearted</title>
		<link>http://findingyourself.net/2008/07/24/rip-pickles/#comment-5141</link>
		<author>Not Fainthearted</author>
		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 20:48:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://findingyourself.net/2008/07/24/rip-pickles/#comment-5141</guid>
					<description>I'm so sorry for your loss. :-(

&lt;em&gt;Not Fainthearted's last blog post..&lt;a href='http://notfainthearted.com/2008/07/16/getting-back-in-the-pool/' rel="nofollow"&gt;Getting back in the pool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m so sorry for your loss. <img src='http://findingyourself.net/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_sad.gif' alt=':-(' class='wp-smiley' /><br />
<em>Not Fainthearted&#8217;s last blog post..<a href='http://notfainthearted.com/2008/07/16/getting-back-in-the-pool/' rel="nofollow">Getting back in the pool</a></em></p>
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		<title>Comment on RIP Pickles by Michele</title>
		<link>http://findingyourself.net/2008/07/24/rip-pickles/#comment-5140</link>
		<author>Michele</author>
		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 18:33:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://findingyourself.net/2008/07/24/rip-pickles/#comment-5140</guid>
					<description>I'm so sorry!  He was such a great puppy.  I'll miss him too.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m so sorry!  He was such a great puppy.  I&#8217;ll miss him too.</p>
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