real life.

real life. dirty clothes in the corner. things thrown about. amma carrying one babe while mama nurses the other. house a wreck. worries and anxiety in the air. we are recouping from traveling and getting ready for mama’s dental surgery traveling back to tx to see our fam winter breaks we are listening to books…

putting ‘obsession’ in postpartum ocd.

  well, i am down to using only instagram as my social media outlet.  but there doesn’t mean there isn’t struggle involved with maintaining myself.  it’s been a month since i broke up with facebook. i quit it. pressed that ‘deactivation’ button (but still haven’t had the strength to ‘delete’ ten years of data) and…

welcome back.

it’s been a while. i hope that we can get to know each other again. 

life was born out of my belly.

My muscles in my abdomen are extremely sore now. My wife said they held me open and pushed and pulled to get the babies out of the six inch cut right above my pubic bone. I’ve held the belief that csections are the absolute latest resort and people shouldn’t give into mindless intervention, but after…

when your postpartum feels co-oped.

Postpartum is supposed to be a very special time. It’s a time of healing and taking care of the new mother and a time to adjust to the new normal. This has been the absolute worst time in my life. The days following my mother’s death was difficult – planning her funeral at 20, writing…