Stories of Lost Children
My Little Chap
by Sue, Wexford, , Ireland
My little boy was so full of life. He was 18 months old and had me wrapped around his finger. He was such a good baby and he loved nothing more than a cuddle and its the last thing we did together before he died. He had been unwell the night before and I had been up with him most of the night but I didn't mind because it was only the second time since he was born that I had to get up with him. His big sister had been a very sickly child. She didn't eat well or sleep well and caught everything going and still does. But he ate all around him and slept really well since he was 3 weeks old so when he was unwell I just got up and cuddled him and gave him some meddie and waited for him to fall asleep.
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