I read the most heartbreaking story in a recent issue of Los Angeles Magazine about Matt Logelin, an L.A. local with a tragic story. His wife had just given birth to their first and only child after a fairly complicated pregnancy and C-section delivery. She’d been on bed rest for 5 weeks, a little wobbly still, but wanted to go see her daughter for the first time. As she was walking out of the hospital room, she complained of feeling light headed and suddenly collapsed on the floor. Moments later, she was dead, victim of a deadly blood-clot totally unrelated to the pregnancy.
When my wife was in the hospital bed recovering from her own C-section, and I was holding onto this tiny human no bigger than my forearm, all my fears came rushing to the forefront. Trepidatious to just about everything, if there was a tragic possibility, I imagined it, but my wife was fine, and my son was healthy and we all made it home from the hospital without incident.
As I read more of Logelin’s story, he talked about his need to continue his blog, both for him and his daughter. To him, it’s become her baby book, skipping the snips of hair and paper notecards and replacing with digital memories. The blog is her memory box and his cathartic release.
Long story short, I told myself I was going to keep this blog more about my art and my business despite my desire to share the stories of being a new father. This blog is about my life and since my son is the absolute top priority in my life, why wouldn’t I include him in it more? I’m not giving up the art and design posts, they are my bread & butter after all, but don’t be surprised if you see more posts about my most awesome son. Make way for “A-Train”.
He’s quite a creation and one that will inspire you forevermore. Work and life blend together beautifully. May it always be so!