Alex Littlechild
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This memorial website was created in the memory of My little boy, Alex Littlechild who was born in Rockhampton on March 18, 2001 and passed away in Rockhampton on October 14, 2007 at the age of 6. We will remember him forever. He leaves behind a family that loves and misses him everyday.

Alex drowned on sunday morning after falling from the pontoon that he had played on all of his life while playing with a family dog near a boat he loved and spent countless days on while his father drank with his mates and paid no attention to where his kids were, Alex's brother was with him at the time of the accident and I I'm grateful every single day that I didn't loose him as well on that horrible day. e.

people say accident can happen anywhere it doesn't make them any easier to live with


Alex lost his first tooth the morning he drowned...
He was so excited that the tooth fairy was coming.
 He was watching cartoons on tv. He was excited as he had a birthday party to go to at the 10 pin bowling centre, he had so many things to do that day!
He gave me a kiss and a cuddle and told me he loved me the same as he did every morning....
that would be my last kiss and cuddle from him!

one of the things I miss most is the kisses and cuddles and the "I love you Mummy" I used to get morning and night, even if it ment he was going to make Michael late for school, he would come running back up the stairs.



thanks you Jen 


 the kids I can never thank all the police, SES, friend, family,volunteers, and the entire Fitzroy River comunity enough for there efforts and support on that day and the days that followed.
The police divers will alway have My grattitude for giving back My little boy.
Words will never be enough to express how I feel about these people!

Alex had a smile that could make anyone smile

some things time just can't heal!

For anyone that knew Alex they would know his one true love in life was his motor bike, followed closely by fishing with grand dad and Michael, then the dogs he spent countless hours with, he also love school, which surprised all of us, Alex was never one to sit still for more than 5 minutes at a time.

Alex loved life and even though it was cut short he fit alot in what he had, he could ride a motor bike, 2 and 4 wheels, he could ride a horse, he was an expert at painting things, even if it didn't need it, he made people smile that no one else could, he was the last to go to sleep at a party, he love to chase cattle and sheep around the yards, he loved pig chaseing and shooting roos, he pick the names of our poddies and that made them his, even though he didn't feed them, he used to anoy Michael with his constant "I made that", wether it be a piviot irragator or just gates!
He would see something on the road (a nice boat or a flash car) when we were travelling and he would say "i'm going to buy that" you want that one?


Bereaved Parents Wish List

I wish my child hadn't died. I wish I had him back.

I wish you wouldn't be afraid to speak my child's name. My child lived and was very important to me. I need to hear that he was important to you also.

If I cry and get emotional when you talk about my child, I wish you knew that it isn't because you have hurt me. My child's death is the cause of my tears. You have talked about my child and you have allowed me to share my grief. I thank you for both.

Being a bereaved parent is not contagious, so I wish you wouldn't shy away from me. I need you now more than ever.

I need diversions, so I do want to hear about you, but I also want you to hear about me. I might be sad and I might cry, but I wish you would let me talk about my child; my favorite topic of the day.

I know that you think of and pray for me often. I also know that my child's death pains you too. I wish you would let me know these things through a phone call, a card or note, or a real big hug.

I wish you wouldn't expect my grief to be over. These first years are traumatic for me, but I wish you could understand that my grief will never be over. I will suffer the death of my child until the day I die.

I am working hard in my recovery, but I wish you could understand that I will never fully recover. I will always miss my child and I will always grieve that he is dead.

I wish you wouldn't expect me "not to think about it" or "be
happy". Neither will happen for a very long time, so don't frustrate yourself.

I don't want to have a "Pity party", but I do wish you would let me grieve. I must hurt before I can heal.

I wish you understood how my life has shattered. I know it is
miserable for you to be around me when I'm feeling miserable. Please be as patient with me as I am with you.

When I say, "I'm doing okay", I wish you could understand that I don't "feel" okay and that I struggle daily.

I wish you knew that all of the grief reactions I'm having are very normal. Depression, anger, hopelessness and overwhelming sadness are all to be expected. So please excuse me when I'm quiet and withdrawn or irritable and cranky.

Your advice to "take it one day at a time" is excellent advice.
However, a day is too much and too fast for me right now. I wish you could understand that I'm doing good to handle an hour at a time.

I seem rude, certainly not my intent. Sometimes the world around me goes too fast and I need to get off. When I walk away, I wish you would let me find a quiet place to spend time alone.

I wish you understood that grief changes people. When my child died, a big part of me died with him. I am not the same person I was before my child died and I will never be that person again.

I wish very much that you could understand ~ understand my loss and my grief. But, I pray daily that you will never understand.


Ask My Mom How She Is

My Mom, she tells a lot of lies,
She never did before.
But from now until she dies,
She'll tell a whole lot more.

Ask my Mom how she is
And because she can't explain,
She will tell a little lie
Because she can't describe the pain.

Ask my Mom how she is,
She'll say "I'm alright."
If that's the truth, then tell me,
why does she cry each night?

Ask my Mom how she is,
She seems to cope so well.
She didn't have a choice you see,
Nor the strength to yell.

Ask my Mom how she is,
"I'm fine, I'm well, I'm coping."
For God's sake Mom, just tell the truth,
Just say your heart is broken.

She'll love me all her life,
I loved her all of mine.
But if you ask her how she is,
She'll lie and say she's fine.

I am Here in Heaven.
I cannot hug from here.
If she lies to you don't listen,
Hug her and hold her near.

On the day we meet again,
We'll smile and I'll be bold.
I'll say, "You're lucky to get in here, Mom,
With all the lies you told!"


Please take the time to support the people that are supporting us!

My children are donating $5.00 a week to this cause please help if your able to, even the price of one cup of coffee could help save a childs life








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Tributes and Condolences
I Love you more!!   / Mummy
Oh little boy....Monday will be 6 very long months since you left us...some days I think I can do this, then I see your picture or one of your toys, and I realize, I can't do it and I'm not going to be able to do it ever, it is so wrong that we celeb...  Continue >>
Happy Birthday Alex and Easter too   / Bridget Dtr Of Allan R. Peacock (united by angels )
Sorry I missed your birthday Alex, but I know you had a great time in Heaven, kisses and hugs to you and your family, Bridget  
Today your 12 xx   / Mummy (Forever broken hearted )
Oh baby I went down to the river today to float your yellow flowers, and when I got there I just sat and cried, I normally feel so close to you but I think this river has taken to much from me now to find the comfort I once did! Feel so lost today an...  Continue >>
Honoring Alex   / Bill Martin
I just want to take a moment to honor a little angel taken much too soon. I know the pain of losing a child. It changes one forever. Yet we bereaved parents have the honor of having held an angel while they were here on Earth. Alex, I hope you are ...  Continue >>
OH baby I need you with me   / Mummy (Mummy)
oh baby I seen the doctors and I have clinical depression, that explains why I just cant get over loosing you...but instead of getting well and enjoying my life, Daddy left me to do it all by my self, I have never felt so alone and lost, I just want ...  Continue >>
For Alex  / Bridget Dtr Of Allan R. Peacock (United by Angels )    Read >>
your new cousin  / Mummy     Read >>
"ONLY THE GOOD DIE YOUNG"  / Mummy     Read >>
FOR YOU  / MUMMY     Read >>
with heart felt sympathy  / Marie (with heart felt sympathy )    Read >>
oh baby  / Mummy     Read >>
Unknown / CAROLINE FORD-ALLEN (NONE)    Read >>
such a sad loss  / Jodie Rowlands     Read >>
The Last Time!  / Mummy (Mother)    Read >>
*cries* / Alana Brown (Friend of his mothers )    Read >>
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His legacy
these are my memories...  

these are in no order....just random as I remembered them and wrote them down!

These are my memories of you baby....Some days the thought that there will be no more makes me wish I was with you...but then I remember your love of life and I see you all around me in every thing that use to make you happy!

you were my smallest were so tiny I had nothing to fit you and I had to send dad shopping to get you clothes so you had something to wear home from the hospital!

You used to curl up with your feet under your chin to sleep like a little used to amaze me how flexible you were....but then you always amazed me with every thing you said and did!

you were the most demanding child of the four of you....but only as far as needing to see me as long as I was in sight you were happy!

you were the first and only one to have a walker...I need some way to prop you up so I could get things done so I bought you one and put a pillow in front of you and behind you so you didn't have room to move you were only 2 months old and if I left you there you would just go off to sleep!

you only ever wanted me!...when you were sick or up set I was the only one for you!

you use to sleep down stairs with the dogs as soon as you could move you had to be down stairs

when you were 3 I had to take you to the doctor to be check out because you ate so much dog food you wouldn't eat any normal food (doctor told me if human food went through the restriction that dog food went through then half of it wouldn't be on the shelves)

the first time you got sick was when you were 8 mths old you ended up having about a hundred thousand dollars worth of test in the next 4 yrs for the doctors to tell me they had no idea what was wrong with you!

you spent almost every day on the nebulizer and never once complained...or slowed down!

you had so may blood test that the nurse was more worried than you about them and you were always so well behaved and never caused any problems.

our first major injury with you was on Easter Sunday 2003 we lived 109 kms from town at Hornet bank station and you opened up above your eye jumping on the trampoline with your cousin ( even though the rule was one at a time) this ended up with 4 stitches and a very nice scar that you loved

second and third major injuries happened with in 10 days of each other we had just moved to Bayrick 93 kms from Augathella you were playing spider man on the bunk beds and fell and broke both bones in your right fore arm ( this was when I discovered that I could do all the blood in the world but not broken bones) you never even cried we strapped you arm to a frozen water bottle and left for town expecting the ambulance to meet us some where in between but dad made it to town before it left the third was your burned hand all thank to a hot pizza and the broken arm

things you loved and wouldn't have been the same kid with out them

you loved your motor bike...a 90 cc Polaris scrambler (still lives under our house no one will every ride it like Alex did)

you loved your horse...he was a funny little Shetland pony named CoCo Pop that loved dog food as much as Alex did

you love Jack the jack Russell he was you mate and done only what you told him...but not the rest of us

you loved swimming in the troughs as dad cleaned them you would slid from one end to the other and make us drag you back up

you used to love to tell every one that you made every thing...we would go through a gate and you would say "I made that gate"....or "I made that Pivot" you used to do it because It would peeve Michael and you love to annoy him

You loved Akara and were inseparable ...all I would hear all day was "come on bubba" or "are you right bubba"

you loved Garry Weldon our Jackaroo at Bayrick and love to go in the truck with him or on the motor bike

you loved to chase the sheep on you motor bike

you loved dinosaur's cars and playdough

you loved to go roo shooting and pig chasing...but were petrified of the dead pigs and wouldn't ever have your picture taken with them unless we made you

you loved to pull faces

you loved to give Kiss and cuddles and would just curl up on the lounge with who ever was there

you always told me you loved me and I never needed to ask!

you scribbled on every wall in your bedroom at Hornet Bank with crayon and then tried to tell me it was Michael (Michael was at school)

you were so stubborn that you would go to sleep at the table with out eating your dinner if you didn't like it

you were with me when I fractured my eye socked starting the pump and cried all the way back to the dozer! you cried more than me!

you used to do donuts on your motor bike out the front of the house and it looked like a dust storm was coming

you hated shoes and never wore day you went driving with dad and the jeep broke down on the Sky and Rainmore boundary and dad had to carry you all the way home because you didn't have shoes! dad learned his lesson that day...not so sure you did

you love all animals and spent all day down in the nursery with the poddies...we always had goats lambs and calves then there was the chooks and ducks

you loved school....that was a real shock to all of us we didn't think you would sit still long enough for it but you did!

you cut Akara's hair with Maddison one day

you droped chewing gum out of your mouth one day when you were leaning over the seat in the pajero and it ended up in Akara's hair and I had to cut it out

you tried to throw your chewing gum out of the window with the window socks on and got it all stuck to the window ( that was when we decided no more chewing gum )

you where throwing rocks into the air at the bus stop one morning and one hit the pajero window and smashed it (probably the only time in your life I was really cross with you)

you called KFC tag a c because you couldn't remember what it was called so we all called it that

you riped the window tint off the Pajaro window and blamed Michael

you got into everyone of Mama and poppies care one week end and turned on all the lights and window wipers ( they had a lot of cars on the farm)

you would hide in the dog kennels and share there food with them because we bought a drum for the dog food and you couldn't get it any more

if you named a poddy it was yours according to you...even thought I had to feed them

you were scared of the baby camels and screamed when it tried to get in the car with us...

Frank the cat only came to you

you had four girl friends in grade one

you were the only boy invited to a birthday party and chickened out when we got there and wanted to come home

you used to drag you school bag buy the straps instead of carrying it and broke the strap ( that was one of our jobs to do the day we lost you)

you loved Poppies was a trough that was on a hill so Alex had a shallow end...but he spent all his time in the deep end

Even when you where sick you smiled!


It was all over to fast  

Alex was born the second son to Shane Littlechild and the Third Child to Janelle, His older sister was most disappointed when he came in to this world, he was supposed to be a girl. Michael was very excited to have a little brother, some one he could share his cars with.

Alex was born at the Lady Goodwin hospital on Sunday Morning the 18th of March after a emergency C section, he was 7 pound 3 ounces, my smallest baby at that time and he was on a mission from that day on.

He was a happy baby never needed anything from anyone, as long as he could see what was going on, I used to have to prop him up in a walker with a pillow at the front and a pillow at the back of him, and he would go to sleep this way if you let him, he just needed to look around.

Alex walked just after he turned 8mths old, and no one believed he was so young, he was such a little boy, but from this day on Alex had bruises all over him, I used to joke with mum and dad that he fell down the stair so much that it was part of his routine and he thought he had to do it. I use to say I'll have my own social worker soon, but covered in bruises or not he smiled all the time.

At 8mths Alex got sick and after repeated treatment for chest infection and ear infections we were off to the paediatrician, the news was not good, I was told that with the symptoms he had A preliminary diagnosis was CF and the started testing straight away, from 9 mths on Alex became the million dollar baby, he had sweat tests, I barium swallows, X-rays, blood tests and CT scans, all these came back clear and all that was found was he had a deviated trachea. I was finally told that it was a mystery to them and we should wait and see what other symptoms developed, with in a week he was sick again and the diagnosis was pneumonia, through all the tests and poking and prodding he never cried, even for his blood tests. Over the next couple of year he developed pneumonia on 3 separate occasions.


this is a work in progress and will be added to on a regular occasion. more photos will be added all the time!

As 12mths aproaches all too quickly I find my self lying awake and thinking about Alex's Life, what follows are just some of the things that have come to me as I lay awake at night.

But our first major injury came on Easter Sunday while Alex was jumping on the trampoline with Nick ( our rule was one at a time) and being so light and small, when Nick came down he sent Alex flying into the springs right at the perfect time to have his eye brow bitten by the springs resulting in a trip to the hospital and four stitches, it always seemed to be Alex!

Alex fell from his motor bike, and never wore his helmet but the worst he ever got was a few scratches and bruises, he fell from his horse and never a major injury, I even remember one time about 100 sheep run over the top of him in the yards, he got up and dusted him self off and announced his hate for sheep, but no injury....but playing Spiderman with his cousins and brother on his bunk bed resulted in a broken right arm, both bones, he was in plaster from fingers to shoulder for 9 weeks...the extended time was because everyone knew how wild Alex was!! And then to add to his misadventures, while I was in Emerald doing the shopping I received a phone call from Shane, he just wanted to let me know that he had heated a pizza up for Alex on a melamine plate and as he only had one hand he had sat in on his only free hand not realizing just how hot it was and burnt his hand, he relayed to me that is wasn't really that bad and he was ok.....well ok he was but his hand wasn't he had a blister over an inch high on the pad and last 3 fingers on his left hand, and I got home just in time to witness Alex doing forward flips off the lounge, with his right hand still strapped to his left shoulder he only had one hand to break his fall and that's when he opened up his burn, only being home for about 10 days since he had his plaster on, I decided that Shane could take him to the doctors and explain that to them, but in the mean time Alex was down playing in the sand pit, and you guessed it he only had his burned hand so now we had an open burn filled with sand, Shane put Alex in the car and made the 94 km trip to town only to be told that Alex had 3rd degree burns and would have to go to the burns unit in Brisbane....Shane not having a bar of that ( of course we were in the middle of shearing) talked the doctor in to treating Alex at home, so Alex came home with his left hand bandaged like a club and his right strapped to his left shoulder, and still he managed to ride his motorbike and hang out at the shearing shed. Nothing ever slowed him down!!

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