Harry Lewis Greer

Born at 28 weeks you came into the world fighting. Right from the start you were the fighter. You weren't a bit happy that you were being taken from the comfort of my womb, but if you had of stayed you would have died. Your big brother charlie came out first weighing 2lb, Owen was next weighing 2lb 2 and our you came screaming and kicking at 1lb 12. You were the first one I seen as daddy wheeled me into the intensive care unit. You were so so tiny, your little legs were covered in bruises from all the kicking you had did. Daddy would tickle your foot and when he would stop you would kick your leg to get him to do it again. You were the first to open your eyes, your eyes so dark and round you looked like a little mouse. You did so well Harry within those first few days, suddenly you started to get sick. The doctors told us not to worry, it would be ok. But within 48 hours you had gotten sicker. You faught sweetheart so very hard, for almost 3 weeks you tried to fight the infection running riot in your oh so tiny body. They gave you everything they could. We sat by your incubator and I sang to you. I wanted you to remember my voice. It all got too much for you and you wanted to let go. Your little body had had enough. We sat with you through out the night, daddy told you to "hang on in there it would be ok", as I was whispering, "it's okay sweetheart, you can let go if you want". At 5am on the 30th August 2007 I walked into the ward, I seen Dr Charlie and I looked at one of your nurses who shook her head at me. I ran to get daddy I knew it was time. Nurse Susan brought you to a little room next door. Daddy and I came and sat with you. She took you off the ventilator and placed you in my arms. My heart broke into a million peices as I held you and you took your last breath. I don't know why this has happened, it makes no sense. I wish you were here with us today, you are very much loved and missed. Our sweet baby boy xxx