My Sleeping Prince Alfie was born on the 8th may 2009 he was born at 28 weeks and weighed 2 pound 4 he was a fighter from the start did not need tubing just a tiny bit of help with his breathing He showed everyone how strong he was. we brought him home after many stuggles from hospital at a healthy 4 pound 6. when he came home he just thrived and thrived loved his bottle of milk and just liked watching the world around him. he was a content baby and i love him ever so much. he had just started to smile and was getting nice and chubby he had a great chaterater and loved being fussed over. then my world ended on the 15th sept i woke up to find my baby not breathing i called 999 and tried to resusate him as they was telling me over the phone nothing was working when the paramedics came they took him to hospital where they still could not get my boy back. they prounced him dead at 10.10am on tues 15 sept. part of me died with him... i cant explain who wonderful to me he is... he cheeky smile his grumpy old man face and his spiky hair. i miss him so much. he loved just sitting watching his sister honey play and would be nice and conent when his other sister jade 'changed' his nappy he was loved by so many people. i cant belive or understand why this has happened i am still waiting for a reason as i really need one he cant just leave me for nothing