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The Day I Became a Mother Was the Day I Started Thinking About Myself Too

There’s this idea that motherhood begins the day your child is born. For me, it didn’t. Motherhood began in early December 2017, the moment I found out I was pregnant with Abigail. That was the exact moment my brain rewired itself forever. Not because I suddenly became loving or nurturing overnight. I had always been that person. I have spent my entire life giving pieces of myself away to people I love. I have always been the caretaker. The helper. The one who worries. The on

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“God is within her, she will not fall.” — Psalm 46:5

― (And sometimes He sends caffeine-free tea, group chats, and therapists to help.)

Hi, I’m Rochelly

Single mom. Storyteller. Chaos coordinator.

I’m Rochelly Fajardo, a Dominican-American mama of two, navigating life with humor, hustle, and a whole lot of grace. From dating disasters to Target therapy, I’m sharing the joyful (and messy) ride of motherhood, healing, and figuring it all out—one blog post at a time.