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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" href="http://www.babble.com/CS/utility/FeedStylesheets/rss.xsl" media="screen"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/"><channel><title>Remember Baby Jessica? An Indian Boy's Struggle Makes a Mom Cry</title><link>http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/strollerderby/archive/2008/10/10/remember-baby-jessica-an-indian-boy-s-struggle-makes-a-mom-cry.aspx</link><description>I remember my mother holding me tight while workers were down a well in Texas trying to rescue Baby Jessica . It was 1987, and my mother had not just me but my infant brother at home while every mom in the country held her breath for the 18-month-old</description><dc:language>en</dc:language><generator>CommunityServer 2007.1 (Build: 20910.1126)</generator><item><title>re: Remember Baby Jessica? An Indian Boy's Struggle Makes a Mom Cry</title><link>http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/strollerderby/archive/2008/10/10/remember-baby-jessica-an-indian-boy-s-struggle-makes-a-mom-cry.aspx#135596</link><pubDate>Sat, 11 Oct 2008 11:54:50 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">42a08a39-daf3-4129-8a63-8a27b879cc03:135596</guid><dc:creator>Manjari</dc:creator><description>&lt;p&gt;There is no question that my husband and I are more deeply affected by kids and parents in crisis than we were before we had children.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;img src="http://www.babble.com/CS/aggbug.aspx?PostID=135596" width="1" height="1"&gt;</description></item><item><title>re: Remember Baby Jessica? An Indian Boy's Struggle Makes a Mom Cry</title><link>http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/strollerderby/archive/2008/10/10/remember-baby-jessica-an-indian-boy-s-struggle-makes-a-mom-cry.aspx#135533</link><pubDate>Sat, 11 Oct 2008 01:07:32 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">42a08a39-daf3-4129-8a63-8a27b879cc03:135533</guid><dc:creator>me</dc:creator><description>&lt;p&gt;Oh hell yeah. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am a total mother hen - at the park, playground, mall, everywhere. I've ran out of my way a half dozen times to help weepy kids who have wandered off from Mommy. (Once, the kid was a good 250 yards from mom in this massive park and was hysterical.) &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I get physically ill reading stories about kids in peril. Honestly, it is one of the reasons why I still cherish the fact that my 5-yr-old sleeps in our bed - that if I happen across any of those stories I can snuggle up in bed next to her. &lt;/p&gt;
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