Raelynn’s Birth Story

My little, Raelynn. She turns 3 years old today.

T H R E E.



My sweet little girl. I was so excited to share Briar’s birth story and as I went back and looked at old posts, I realize, you never got to hear Raelynn’s story. So, here it goes…

When you water breaks, I think everyone has a misconception. You relate it to the movies when fluid is pouring out of your uterus. That just wasn’t the case whenever Raelynn decided she wanted to make her appearance.

I was 38 weeks and 3 days. 11 days before my due date. I had zero signs of labor. I was just uncomfortable. You know, because I was the size of a whale. At this point, I wasn’t sleeping well. Tossing and turning to try and find that right position. This was every single night pretty much. I felt like I never really fell into a deep sleep.

However, on August 23, 2014, around 3:00a.m. something else happened. I was half asleep/half awake, tossing and turning, and I heard and felt a pop. It was like a pop in my butt. I thought it was weird, but no pain. Then I had a flashback of a conversation that my mom had told me several times, “Whenever my water broke with Keisha, it felt like a water balloon popping.”


I calmly got up and went to the bathroom. No fluid was pouring out of my uterus. But, I knew something wasn’t right. With no real proof that I was in labor, I laid back down in the bed. Then, I felt a trickle of fluid. I kept telling myself it was just discharge. But I kept feeling it. So, I got up again, being so careful not to wake Scott up, and checked myself. I mean, there was a presence of fluid. But, was this really my water? I wasn’t in any pain, I wasn’t having any contractions. I felt like I really didn’t know if I was in labor or not. It was so confusing.

I was about 80% sure that the pop I heard and felt was my water, so I decided to wake Scott up and tell him. He popped up in bed and said, “Are you sure you didn’t piss yourself?” He would say some dumb shit like that. I tried to call my doctor, but we had a pretty bad storm overnight and their phone lines happened to be down, so I called the hospital. They told me that I should probably come in. So, that’s what we did, but at a very slow pace. I had read several articles that said to take a shower and eat food if you can before you do into the hospital because you never know how long labor can be and you never know how long it will be until you can do both of those things again. So, I took a nice long, hot shower, blow dried my hair, finished packing the hospital bags. I told Scott I wanted to stop by McDonalds on the way there. I wanted something to fill me up because I had no idea when I was going to be able to eat again. All of this took about 2 hours. I did start having contractions. But, zero pain. And they were like 10-15 minutes apart. Nothing consistant at all.

By the time we got to the hospital, it was about 5:00 a.m. They immediately took me to a triage room and checked to see if my water really had broke. And it did. I was 3 cm. I got a little nervous at that point because they want you to have your baby within 24 hours of your water breaking, so I knew that Raelynn was going to be here within 24 hours or less. I just wanted everything to go as planned.

What was my plan? Get that fucking epidural and be in lala land until I had her. And I wanted to have her vaginally. That was the only thing I had planned for.

Other plans were in store for me though.

I got into my actual room around 7:00 a.m. Still no real pain. Contractions had picked up a little bit, but nothing crazy. Since my water had broke at 3:00 a.m. and my contractions weren’t really picking up, they told me they were going to start me on pitocin. They did this around 8:00 a.m.I knew what pitocin was, but I did not know that it was the devil. It literally brought the devil out in me. I felt like an exorcism needed to take place when that shit kicked in. So, the pitocin started around 8:00 a.m. They told me when I started to show some progress (dilating more), they would give me the epidural. I was just obvlious to all the shit that was about to take place.

The pitocin started out pretty slow. I could feel my contractions getting stronger and closer together, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle.

Things start to get a little fuzzy around the 9:00 a.m. – 10:30 a.m. mark. I remember it all just kicked in at once. I was in an unbearable amount of pain. The contractions were taking over my body. No position felt good. I was on the bed, laying on back. I tried to turn to my side and nothing was making it better. I was crying. I started paging the nurse to get someone in here to give me the epidural. The nurse came in and she was an absolute bitch. She had been a bitch the whole time. She told me she needed to check me and see how dilated I was. I get that some people can be dramatic with pain, but fuck. I felt like I was dying. Surely you can see that I need this epidural. So, she attempted to check me and see if I had made any progress. I swear to god she stuck her entire fist up there. It hurt so bad, she ran me up the bed and I hit my head on the wall trying to get away from her. From there, my experience went completely downhill.

She told me that since I was not cooperating, she could not tell if I had progressed any, therefore, she could not get me orders for an epidural. If I’ve ever came close to punching someone in the face, it was in that moment. My pain was very obvious. And you are telling me the one thing that can take it all away, I can’t have. And she walked out of the room. I lost it. I cried uncontrollably. I was in so much pain. I have no idea how much time actually passed, I just know there is about 1 1/2 hours unaccounted for.

Around 10:30 a.m., the doctor who would deliver Raelynn came into the room. She wanted to know what the current situation was. DO YOU NOT SEE ME?!? I told her all of the preceding events. I pleaded for the epidural. PLEADEDDDDDD. She said she was going to check me. She looked at me in surprise and said I was 8 cm dilated. She then broke the news to me that it was too late for me to get an epidural and I was going to have Raelynn naturally.


No, bitch. That was not the plan.

I looked at Scott in utter disbelief that I was about to push a child out of my vagina with no medication. Zero. I literally had no words. I just couldn’t believe this was about to happen.

I honestly don’t remember if she left the room or got dressed in the room, but she checked me again at 10:45a.m. and said that I was at 10 cm, so it was time to start pushing. I didn’t actually start pushing until closer to 11:00.am.

I was 0% prepared for an unmedicated, natural birth. I had no idea what to do.

I put my legs in the stirups and she told me that whenever I had a contraction, to start pushing. I pushed for 21 minutes. And there she was. When she came out, my contractions stopped. And I was on an adrenaline high. It was a very euphoric feeling to have a baby naturally. I remember all I cared about was that she was out and my contractions were gone.

Raelynn Monroe Tower. 7.8lbs. 21 inches. 8/23/14. 11:21a.m.

And now here we are, 3 entire years later. The joy she has given Scott and I is unbelievable. She is so smart. She is such a good big sister. She makes me smile every time I am around her. It is such a blessing to be her mommy.

Now I’m going to go cry for the rest of the day.


–The Kentucky Momma



CrossFit + My Dairy Free Life

I realized the other day that I had not been giving as many updates on CrossFit and my diet in a while, so, here we go…

If you recall, around month 5, I was starting to get some glimpses of sleep. When I actually started to get some consistent nights of sleep, my engine came back and I was ready to go. At 7 months post partum, I am 100% the strongest I’ve been in my life. I’m on a PR train. I keep hitting them over and over. My endurance is back, and better than it ever was. I am just really focused on my health and well-being right now. Not only that, it’s such a good outlet and “me” time. In a 24 hours day, I look forward to that 1 hour of focusing on nothing else, except making myself a stronger person.

I am still about 95% dairy free. I have very recently started to trial some dairy back into my diet. There is a dairy ladder that I am following to properly reintroduce dairy. I started with some goldfish and everything seemed to be okay. I unintentionally ate some BBQ sauce with some butter in it (very minimal), and she has still been okay.


Overall, the dairy free life has been very eye opening. I don’t miss it as much as I thought I would. And honestly, the only reason I am trying to reintroduce dairy back into my diet is because of our Vegas trip in November. I just don’t want to have to spend my time looking up the allergen menu for every single restaurant that we go to. I just want to be able to go there and enjoy my time and enjoy eating shitty food and not feel guilty about it. I actually have done a little research about Vegas restaurants and there are several vegan restaurants. So, if worst comes to worst, I will be visiting those restaurants quite often.

After Vegas….let’s be real…after the holiday’s…, as long as I can successfully reintroduce dairy, I think I am going to take it back out of my diet. I just realized that I don’t miss it, and I don’t need it. I’m not saying I won’t occasionally have it when I want it, but I’m not going to make it an essential in my diet.

Whenever I started having supply issues, around 2 months ago, I stopped counting calories. Right now, feeding Briar is more important that fitting into a size smaller jeans. I eat basically the same things that I was eating before, but maybe just adding in a snack or two. Or, I may or may not be indulging in some of my lactation cookies. I still meal prep for lunch and dinner. I’m still making very healthy choices.

My weight has stayed the same for the most part since I stopped counting calories. I’m not sure if I ever put my stats out there, and I’m too lazy to go back and check, so, around 3 months PP, I was 189lbs and 30.6% body fat. Whenever I started being very religious about counting my calories, I lost weight pretty quick and lingered around 184lbs and 29.1% body fat. The lowest I have been is 182.0lbs and 29.0% body fat. I’m not terribly happy about this, but, I just can’t care about that right now. I really do get compliments all the time that I look leaner and skinnier, but I just don’t feel it. All of my clothes still fit the same. I do feel a lot more muscular in my arms and legs, but my midsection is remaining the same.


More like 37 pound weight gain…

I am super envious of all my friends that were able to eat whatever they wanted and breastfeed, and they just watched the weight fall off. This was not the case with Raelynn, and it appears Briar is going to follow suit. My prepregnancy weight was like 173lbs….so around 10-12 lbs left to go. I can assure you that will not happen anytime soon.

Until next time…


–The Kentucky Momma