Raw Mom Tales

Pregnancy, postpartum, motherhood, lifestyle and love.

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How to Know if You're an Empath - Judith Orloff MD

Empaths are highly sensitive, finely tuned instruments when it comes to emotions. Learn if you're an empath and how to find balance from "The Empath's Survival Guide."

Embrace your gifts! :D

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Seeking those who will lift you.

Being an empath without knowing how to set boundaries has brought me unhealthy relationships. The cycle repeats itself I keep attracting narcissists. They don’t know how to love themselves and I am co dependent on being there uplifting them. The worst feeling is when I see I too have not changed my behavior; to get myself out of an unhealthy situation. Reach out and seek help elsewhere to the people who do care and are balanced emotionally. Caring too much is exhausting when you put forward all the energy and love on those who do not reciprocate.

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Words...

“Are you proud of yourself!?”

Well yes I am asshole I am growing our little fetus.

“You’re fat.”

I am pregnant...you’re the fat one fucking alcoholic.”

“You’re stupid.”

I earned my Bachelor of Fine Arts, worked as a Graphic Designer & Photographer, and am pursuing a Landscaping and Nursery Technology Associates with a minor in Business Management. What the fuck are you doing!?

Words, words ,words. Shhhhhhhhhh

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2 Hours of Beautiful Coral Reef Fish, Relaxing Ocean Fish, & Stunning Aquarium Relax Music 1080p HD

2 Hours of Beautiful Coral Reef Fish, Relaxing Ocean Fish, & Stunning Aquarium Relax Music 1080p HD ★► Follow on Spotify・https://goo.gl/s0li3H ★► Subscribe T...

The perfect sleepy music videos to wind down from a long day of doing errands with stroller and baby. Wish I had the space and time to maintaing fish tanks! This is the perfect video for any new single parent. 

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Star of my eyes

Carmen is the most beautiful thing I will probably ever create. Unless I have more. My body is broken from inside. But looking at her I forget the pain. When she is not with me at night I sleep better but the aching is pronounced. I do not get a smile in the morning then I force myself to focus on work. I do it all for her... Either I succeed or sink. I am no use to her if I sink.

Failure is not an option. I’ve never felt so tired and driven in my life. My little star of my eyes. I’ve wanted to find romantic love my whole life but I know now the love I have for you surpasses any type of love I could ever wish for. It is still sinking in that I am a mother. Every day with you is both chaotic and miraculous. Carmen I know you won’t care who I date or if I choose to remain single for life. As long as I am present in your life and you keep gifting me your beautiful smile and adoring eyes. I know you do not judge and love me unconditionally. I am in love for life with you my little one. 

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Una Oracion a las Tetas

Pretending to be a “proper” lady makes no practical sense when I am pumping my “baby carrot” tipped tatas all damn day while my kid is at her Papi’s house. My chichis are falling down and the main maternity bra busted. My backup maternity bras do not fit and a nice looking one with structural support costs over $70… Do I choose between baby stuff or a bra? Will my boobs stay the same size after she stops breastfeeding in 3-4 months? Will my tits look stranger than now? I still feel beautiful but I don’t like these extra 22 pounds; it does not feel right. You grow stronger each month that passes postpartum yet I wobble occasionally out of habit, feel weak and I lost most of my muscle the last trimester. I am actually terrified of going clothes shopping for my birthday knowing nothing will fit like it used to before pregnancy. My breasts inflate and deflate before and after each feed. I’ve never had a protruding pudgy belly it is so strange. How do I dress that without feeling newly pregnant!?

I know in the end I can withstand the soreness and ever changing shape of my tatas with their morphin Power Ranger abilities. Because my favorite part of the day is breastfeeding my baby as she looks up at me lovingly. Letting her chomp away at my sore tetas all night as I soothe her to sleep and comfort her during the day. Her little hands holding onto me or grabbing my hand; her little feet pushing against my belly baby fat and wider thighs. My little angel you wreaked havoc on my body and brought chaos to my life. But you’ve also brought a new found respect towards my body and so much joy in the short three months you’ve been out here with us. You can have my tetas for now but I am taking them back when you are done with them. Praying they deflate back down to a double “D”... en el nombre del padre e hijo y el espiritu santo. Que dios bendiga mis tetillas que tanto han dado por la causa. Amen.

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Rawness and the Lotus

raw 4 a: lacking experience or understanding: GREEN

          b: (1) : marked by absence of refinements (2) : VULGAR, COARSE * raw                        language

          c: not tempered : UNBRIDLED *raw power

Raw... well I am certainly more than experienced following pregnancy’s bazillion shitty symptoms and postpartum’s bloody, sleep deprived, achy back, sore vagina, sore finger nipples, feels like I got run over mayhem. No time to be “refined” when you bring a new born home along with your freshly broken vagina, severe constipation and a hanging sore as fuck belly you have to wrap at night so it stays in place. And the “raw power” has to be coming from survival instinct because shit – I’ve never been so determined in my life to move on immediately from a partnership break up. I barely have time to take a shit when breast-feeding and walking around the house like a cave woman. Don’t even get me started on beginning dating. For “baby daddies” babies are chick magnets. For “baby mamas” ehhhhh... not so much. 

And what do I call my “baby daddy” now instead of “partner”? I always hated the words “baby daddy” or “baby mama”. I am a person not a walking uterus or milk tap machine. I have an actual name, opinions, interests, roles... I am not just the mother of someone’s baby who is unmarried or not involved with that particular person. He wasn’t ready to settle down but... he was ready to fuck and get the girlfriend treatment. Well I was stupid for continuing a romantic relationship with someone who was not compatible. I can’t blame him I am a hot and unique lady (sarcasm here but seriously I look amaaaazing for 2 months postpartum).

I probably wont be advertising baby, pregnancy or postpartum products here like the vagina, after pee pee squirter so your stitches don’t burn like hell bottle. I might make an exception for the miraculous hiccapop pillow I still use now and that I threw up on during a 14 hour delivery. Let’s save that delightful, far from refined experience for another occasion. You know what on second thought there are some brilliant products out there. I’ll expand on them later why not. It’s not like I will ever run out of writing space in this online writing medium. And this is why I never wanted to start writing on a blog. It all comes out like shit without editing and “refinement”. But hey I took a shit while pushing out my beautiful 8.5 pound alien. Nothing wrong with shit, sweat, blood, puke and tears. We are all like lotus flowers emerging from mud and murky water... My vagina is a murky muddy pond now?