On June 8th I sent another letter to the doctor who delivered my son asking him for help.
In this letter I spoke to him as an adult birth mother instead of a crazed young woman wanting her birth son back. Of course it was to late to get him back — I was only hoping that the doctor might give me information so I could find my son.
On July 8th I received a letter from the doctor who delivered my son.
It is so important to tell you that in all the years that I had written him, even sent registered letters, he had never responded. This day he did.
In my journal it says:
[The letter was positive. He told me my son was alive and the his name is (Brian) The letter changed me and my life completely. The doctor said he would help at his end to get the message to my son that I wish contact.]Through all of this I didn’t even know if my son was alive. I had prepared myself, in the search, that I might find out he was not. In my heart and soul I felt he was alive but I knew I had to be prepared. So to receive this letter that said my birth son was alive AND that the doctor would help connect us, was a dream come true.
That day changed everything for me.
I had contacted the doctor just days after he was born and for years since and this was the first time he answered. I cannot tell you what this meant to me, how I finally felt that I had a reason to live.
More to come from the journal entries.
Real life experiences of finding my son.
