
A night away is just what we needed after the last year with two kids. Not that the time is not wonderful with them, but we all need a little breathing room and relaxation.
Grandma came to stay so we could get away and we were so glad to finally get to the Beaumont Inn. We tried to go last year but didn’t plan far enough ahead (because who does with kids) and it was booked for Keeneland season.

We arrived for a 3pm check-in and then headed over to our couples massage in their little cottage on the property. This made it so easy to get there and not have to rush to another location.
We headed back to the room and freshened up for dinner at their tavern on site, The Owl’s Nest Pub. It was a cozy little atmosphere with lots of bourbon selections. And GOOD southern food.



The weather was perfect so we walked back to our room and ended the night. π We woke up to breakfast with a cold bar and a wide selection of hot foods. The fresh cornmeal pancakes with syrup were just what my southern mama heart needed.





We walked around the property taking in all the history of the Inn and taking pictures. It felt peaceful and serene, just like our stay. Oh and if you have the option for the rainfall shower, DO IT! Three shower heads beating down on you. HAHA I got to shower in peace.
We felt welcomed and at home at the Inn. And I’m the mom weirdo who missed her kids and felt just a tad homesick. Why is motherhood so strange? You can’t wait to get a break and then you suddenly have nothing to do other than miss your kids? Or talk about them? (I’m kidding about the nothing to do :))
We are so thankful to have an amazing community of friends and family who made this little getaway possible. You are more than we could ever ask for! This was my birthday gift by the way, so does that mean I get the entire month of April?? (For those that don’t know, my birthday is in December but we planned this for when I would be done breastfeeding)
If you get the chance to check out the Beaumont Inn you definitely should! It’s a little hidden gem in the heart of Kentucky. (Harrodsburg, Kentucky)

My favorite part was just being able to connect with Dan. It was nice to not have all the daily distractions and responsibilities. He is my number one, and will still be long after the kids are gone. (But let’s not talk about that, haha) And we wont talk about how our loved ones often get to see the worst side of us. SO crazy how that works!

Some fun facts about the Inn:
- It is about 30 miles from Keeneland race track (so plan a trip there)
- In this month’s Southern Living Magazine listed as one of the top Inns to stay in the south
- The Inn is an official stop on the Bourbon Trail

Let me know if I missed anything! We only stayed for one night so it was a quick, but relaxing trip. SO MUCH FUN! We have kind of made it our tradition between Dan and I to visit a bed & breakfast each year, beginning with of course, our prized trip to Savannah, Georgia, right across from Forsyth Park.
In case you were wondering, the kids had fun with grandma (of course!)

Thanks for reading,
Kim



































I wanted to share more of my story and what steps I have taken to get to a much better place. Not healed, but able to deal with it. It is going to be an ongoing process for a while, if not forever. Because, just a reminder, your health is a TOP PRIORITY!



Throughout my second pregnancy I constantly heard that the baby would deliver faster and easier. In my case, I went into labor at night so going all day and not resting didnβt help. With my daughter (first born), I labored in the morning so had a full nights sleep. So that at least made it seem easier looking back. My doctor told me throughout pregnancy that my uterus is more sensitive now with the second, and I believe that!
The care women receive here in the United States is not where it should be. If you remember 
I debated talking about the emotional side of things. There is a lot of shame surrounding it. There is a big difference in feelings between my first and second. But not because I love one more than the other. You love them differently, as a friend of mine explained it perfectly. Savannah will always hold a special place, being my first born. She made me a mommy. And Owen, well we are seeing his personality more and more every day. It’s really tough to soak in the moments the same as when Savannah was a newborn. You don’t have the time you once had, nor the patience. These feelings lead to a lot of mom guilt; where you feel like you can’t help either child 100%. You also miss when it was easy, just the two of you. So then you have more guilt for thinking that, as if its the same as saying you don’t love your second.
I use to say I could never handle two kids. Somedays are better than others. It’s not always easy but it’s always worth it, especially when these two little faces look up at me with wide eyes (especially when Owen should be sleeping). And the sweetest thing is seeing them in awe of each other. Savannah is 22 months older than Owen and it has taken a little while for her to warm up to him. But the moments she kisses him or asks to play with him make my heart melt. Their dad going to work everyday working so hard makes me sit back and appreciate this family dynamic for now. I know that some day I will miss all of it. So if I cry more some days, so be it. They will see a strong, but vulnerable mom. Maybe someday they will want to be like me and have a family of their own. Each day that both of my tiny humans are safe and happy is a win in my book!
Every pregnancy is different and leading up to 39 weeks, the anticipation was building. Not knowing how or when I would go into labor left me just waiting for the moment. My entire second pregnancy was different from the first (and not sure if it was because we were having a little boy vs. a little girl). Savannah was born pretty much on her due date and this little guy decided to come early at 39+2 days. So here’s my birth story:
I labored at the hospital until I got my epidural around 7 or 8am. Once the epidural kicked in, I was much more comfortable. The nurses kept coming in and rotating me because Owen’s heart rate kept dipping. And they had me wear oxygen to help regulate his heart rate as well. They came in at some point and broke my water. This would help move labor along.



We say he came early to catch the tournament. GO CATS!!

















Thanks for stopping by and peeking into Owen’s room. We will keep you posted once he gets here!

Photo by Olivia McCarty













I keep a bunch of treasures in this cute box. Her birthday cards, Christmas cards, ultrasound pictures and other random things. I even looked back at her tiny hospital bracelet and almost shed a tear.

And her room wouldn’t be complete without her one year dress and pictures of Mommy and Daddy. That little frame is her ultrasound picture. A way for us to freeze time. Who knew we would love you THIS much and you continue to amaze us every day?!




