Little Ale xcame into our life 16 weeks early and fought for his life for 35 wonderful days! He was born on April 21, 2011 weighing 1lb 12oz and was 12.5 inches long. No one expected him to be born alive but when he was born he was kickin and movin around and he even cried the tiniest little cry. He was delived by emergency c-section at 1:15 pm. It wasnt until the next day that i could go in to the NICU to see him. All i remember was seeing this tiny little thing that i created and brought into this world. His daddy got to help move him to his permanent bed in the NICU, that was the only time he got to hold him. He was on a ventalator for the entire time he was alive, trading between smaller vents to stronger vents. He was doing so good that they began feeding him breast milk after just two days. He sarted out getting .5 cc's every 12 hours and worked his way up to 6cc's every hour. He continued to grow and get stronger everyday. we couldnt hear him cry or fuss when he got mad but when he had a wet or stinky diaper you could see in his face that he was upset by it. We called him our little monkey boy because every time we saw him he was grabing on to all the wires and tubes with his long fnigers and toes. He smiled alot when his grandma talked to him about playing in the mud and making dad eat mudpies. He loved when hisgrammy would come visit and talk to him and hold his litlle hand. His Aunt cassie and uncle bryan only got to see him once, when he was 2 days old. Then his aunt Tasha uncle Brad and Great aunt Cris got to see him only once as well on May 21, 2011 the day of my baby shower for him. Everyone was so excited for him to get bigger and better so he could come home and be with his family. I only got to hold him once, it was May 22, 2011 for 10 very short minutes...i loved every second of holding my tiny baby boy and i could tell that he loved being next to his mommy because he opened his eyes wide and stared into mine...being compltely calm. He was doing so good. On May 25 i got a call from the hospital saying that they would need to do surgery to put a permanent IV in next his collar bone. I got to the hospital shortly after the surgery just in time for him to wake up so i could take pictures. Little did i know that they would be the last pics i had of my little man alive. The doctors said everything went well and he would be just fine. I went home and had just fallen asleep when his dad came in and told me that we needed to go to the hospital...it was about 11:30pm. Alexs heart had stopped andthey were doin compressions on him or about an hor and a half when an ultrasound tech told us that there was no activity in his heart and that he wasnt going to make it. When he died he weighed 2lbs 5oz and was 16.5 inches long, he had grown so much and he made me proud to be his momma every time i saw him, he was by far the strongest person i have ever met and yet he was so tiny. We left the NICU and they brought our angel to us after the took all the tubes and wires out. He looked so perfect...it almost made me happy to see him not in pain...without all these wires and tues everywhere, and that he wasnt gonna be poked and prodded anymore. when i put him back in the crib to take him to the NICU team his mouth formed into a smile...then i knew that he was happy and that i didnt have to be scared anymore.Mommy loves and misses you little man...have fun with all the angels up there...mommy will come to take care of you soon.