Alexander Luciano “Alex” was stillborn at full term, on March 1st, 1995 @ 4:29 AM. He actually died the day before he was due, on February 25th, 1995. He weighed 5 lb 13 oz and was 19.5 in long. At the time we were told that he died of a cord accident, but after his little brother was born with a skin disorder called Epidermolysis Bullosa (EB) it is very likely he had the same thing too. EB could have played a major part in his demise, but we will never know for sure if he had it or not.
There are no words that can accurately explain what it feels like to hold your dead newborn. It’s like a stake through your heart. We’ll never forget the wonderful treatment we were offered by the nurses and staff at “Desert Samaritan Hospital” in Mesa AZ. They treated Alex with respect and love. Not only they took pictures of him, they bathed him, cut a lock of hair and dressed him with a cute angel diaper and bonnet. They did not take him away until we all said our good-byes.
Alex’s story is now a book. I cried a million tears writing this book-part of it were written 17 years ago. That’s how long it took for me to convey all my feelings into one little package. It is my sincere hope that everyone that reads it can come out with ‘something’. Here is the link on Amazon http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00ARZF6ZW/
It’s only $2.99 for the Kindle. If you don’t have a Kindle, no worries. Amazon aims to please. Besides all the Free Kindle Apps available for the various smartphones and tablets, they also have apps for your PC/Mac and you can even read it on your browser. GO HERE TO SEE!!! If you like it, please rate it or leave a review, I would tremendously appreciate it!!
Alex is buried in the baby section at the “Queen of Heaven Cemetery” in Mesa, AZ. He has a lot of baby angel friends there.
My child is dead. Most of the time my mind remembers, it’s only my heart that tends to forget. Alex never cried, yet he taught us so much about life, humility and love. We will forever feel your presence, and love you always…
We lovingly remember Alex’s little sister Emily Hope, miscarried October 12, 1995.
Two little cherubs, heavenly angels from above. They flew away from our embrace, but left us with their love.
Please LIKE the page I made for Alex’s Book on Facebook…
Go ahead and mention my child, the one that died, you know.
Don’t worry about hurting me further, the depth of my pain doesn’t show.
Don’t worry about making me cry, I’m already crying inside.
Help me to heal by releasing the tears that I’m trying to hide.
I’m hurt when you just keep silent, pretending he didn’t exist.
I’d rather you’d mention my child, knowing that he has been missed.
You asked me how I’m doing, I say “pretty good” or “fine”,
but healing is something on-going, I feel like it will take a lifetime.
Written by Elizabeth Dent
Just Say “I’m Sorry”
You don’t know how I feel; please don’t tell me that you do
There’s just one way to know–have you lost a child too?
“You’ll have another child”–must I hear this every day?
Can I get another mother, too, if mine should pass away?
Don’t say it was “God’s will”–that’s not the God I know.
Would God, on purpose, break my heart, then watch as my tears flow?
“You have an angel in heaven–a precious child above.”
But tell me, to whom here on earth shall I give this love?
“Aren’t you better yet?” Is that what I heard you say?
No! A part of my heart aches and I’ll always feel some pain.
You think that silence is kind, but it hurts me even more.
I want to talk about my child who has gone through death’s door.
Don’t say these things to me, although you do mean well.
They do not take my pain away; I must go through this hell.
I will get better, slow but sure–and it helps to have you near.
But a simple “I’m sorry you lost your child” is all I need to hear.
I used to have photos on this website about Alex, but unfortunately there are some folks out there with sick minds who thought it would be funny to cruelly modify them and send them to me. This is a very sad world we live in.
We shared your moment, and love you dearly. Now you will remain our forever baby.