------- In the beginnings

These are not good pics, they are just to show you how very very tiny he was. Note the size of my hand next to his little face. He woud often just hold my finger forever, just as his security blanket. ---------------------
Michael turns two years old the 18th of this month--July! This is the first of three installment leading up to the precious, healthy little boy he has grown into.--- Sr. Vastina, the Charge Nurse in Maternity, recently told me that when his mother died, his family wanted to take him to be buried with her.----- I know to us that sounds ludicrous, but no one , absolutely no one, expected him to survive,

Sr. Vastina refused saying that as long as there was breath, there was life and as long as there was life, she had to do all in her power to save him, And even more importantly, she needed to be able to face God with her actions. ----------Thank you Sr. Vastina for making that decision.

This pic was taken November 2007, while Michael was still in the Nursery. Icould hold himwith one hand whie changing his entire bed and straightening up his things with the other. No body told me until later that he didn't even look human at that time.

Up close and Personal--December 2007

I remembering entitling this one "Michael the Bootlegger" He was soooo tiny, that the booties were

leggings on him. This was Nov 2007, when he was 3+1/2 mo old and I would go tothe Maternity Ward several times a day to feed and care for him. He was not even 3 lbs then, maybe 2+1/2lbs My, o my--what a miracle he always has been and continues to be!

I have always loved the contrast in our blue/brown eyes in this photo. He truly was not a cute baby by any means, who ever would have imagined he'd turn out to be so adorable?

---My all time favorite Christmas pic 2007 that Bert took of Michael and Mama Michael

Christmas 2007--was entitled The Best Gift I ever Got" And it was. A precious baby boy to share my first Christmas with--only 3 lbs when he came to stay with me (yet 4 +1/2 mo, old)

Michael and I were pretty much together the first several months of his life. If he wasn't in my bed, he was on my lap. I wouldn't have changed it for the world.