August 27, 2009.
I had been a mother for only 82 days but had accepted that for my newborn son, being in the comfort of my arms was his favorite place to be. I was more powerful than ever before.
I was already completely head over heels with Lucas.
Although struggling, still in shock over my new role, more exhausted than I had ever experienced in my life and worried that I was doing
something everything wrong as a parent, I was slowly getting more comfortable as each day passed.
While anticipating my son’s arrival, I had written him a letter expressing how much I loved him, was anxiously awaiting his arrival and shared some of my hopes and dreams for his life. This became my first Letters For Lucas blog entry.
While writing had never really been my thing, when I was pregnant (and even prior to that) I often poured my heart out to a couple of close friends via e-mail and found the release very therapeutic.
What ultimately pushed me to start my own blog was this new tiny person in my life. I needed an outlet, a way to keep family and friends updated on his life, an excuse for not creating a baby book in the traditional sense and I desperately wanted Lucas to know me better than I knew my own mother.
In the first year of Letters For Lucas, my posts were literally that, letters to my son. It has since grown and evolved and became a place that I truly treasure. Nowadays I only visit and share sporadically.
I am grateful for my loyal readers, your comments and personal notes mean the world to me. I hope you will continue to stay with me as I navigate through parenthood, puppyhood, preschool, grief, loss, being a big sister, secondary infertility struggles and soon baby #2!