Born at 29 weeks and only 675g in size, we couldn’t believe he was still alive. He quickly began to breathe by himself and slowly started to gain weight, giving us hope every day. Unfortunately, a horrible infection changed everything for us. He continued to fight, until his little body couldn’t take anymore. He died in my arms after I read him a story, and we will always remember the 4 weeks we had with him, and how hard he fought, we will be forever proud of him. In our 6th year without him, we will always remember the little things he used to do, and how his personality shone through. He will always be our "wee fighter". RIP little angel xxx