Thursday, April 12, 2018

Besties with Brene

For those of you who have been with me for a while, you know that I love Brene Brown's work.  Her first TedTalk truly changed the way I thought about both my emotions and my relationships.  Her self deprecating humor makes me feel less alone and her honesty cuts to my core.  If you haven't watched her Ted Talk(s)--she has two--you must.  Go ahead, do that now.

Ok, you're with me, right?  She's brilliant, wise, and hilarious.  I want to be Brene's friend.  I know we would be besties.  Besties with Brene.  That's me.

I'm traveling for work this week (Praise the Lord--quiet hotel rooms!), and as I'm driving, I'm listening to Brene's teachings on The Power of Vulnerability.  This is on Audible--I can't recommend it enough.  

One of the ideas that Brene presents is the idea of "foreboding joy."  That often times, many of us, even during the happiest of times, are waiting for the other shoe to drop.  She uses the example of watching your child sleep.  Many of us will watch our child sleep peacefully and think to ourselves, "my gosh..I can't love you any more.  You are the most magnificent creature."  And in the same breath, we imagine something terrible happening to that child.  It's almost like our brains are preparing for something terrible to happen.  It's almost as if we are trying to head off trauma and disappointment at the pass. If we prepare ourselves enough, maybe the bad stuff won't hurt so much.

This resonated with me.  My two miscarriages, especially the second, was traumatic.  Very traumatic.  We thought everything was wonderful.  We shared the good news with our families and celebrated with close friends.  We bought baby clothes and started a Pinterest board.  And then, the worst happened. The baby died, and I began to bleed uncontrollably.  

No amount of "foreboding joy" could have prepared me for that moment.  Nothing could've saved me from the depths of despair, grief, humiliation, shame, and sadness.

So, what Brene says (and I agree with), is stop with the foreboding joy.  You can't prepare yourself for the off chance that something horrific happens. It may happen--or it may not.  Instead, as Brene says, "soften" into joy.  Accept that some moments are just that--joyful.  Use those moments as fuel and a reason to stay grounded.  Moreover, use those moments to shine a light on your gratitude.  We have so much to be thankful for.  Let's use more of our emotional energy to find the gratitude of what we have--not the fear of what may be coming.  It isn't worth it.  

We are worth so much more.

This little girl (Isabelle) saying Mama is a moment I'll always treasure.

Sunday, March 18, 2018

Little Gym and Big Miracles

I am delighted to tell you that the Bundle of Baudinets has a new relationship with one of the coolest spots in Charlottesville...The Little Gym!

I've known of The Little Gym since my days as President of the Junior League of Charlottesville.  TLG used to join us at the Junior League's Kids in the Kitchen event, in which they would teach healthy exercise and lifestyles to kids of all ages.  Their mission is truly inspiring.

I realized that my kiddos need some sort of physical engagement beyond what Michael, the au pairs, volunteers, and I were giving them.  They need to meet new kids, experience new environments and just, well, grow as little humans.

I knew Little Gym had a tremendous program, but I was sure that we as a family wouldn't be able to afford it.  Luckily, the owner has been so responsive and flexible to our needs.  We were thrilled to attend our first class earlier this month.

For those of you who don't know (or all of the out of towners who read this), TLG of Charlottesville has been around for over 20 years.  In 2013, ownership switched hands to Sarah Oliva, a long standing instructor at the location.  In 2015, they relocated to The Shops at Stonefield and have been happily tumbling and growing the TLG family since then. We are so happy to join this family--take a look at our first class.  Can't wait to show you more of the fun we have at this very special place.

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Birthday Breakdown

Well, I was due for a good breakdown, right?  The quints had been floating right along (with a few hiccups, of course), but I was starting to feel like things were smoothing out.  Sheesh, why do I bother to EVER think that?  I shouldn't..ever, ever again.  Remind me. 

Last week was my birthday.  In my family, we LOVE birthdays.  I mean, we love them.  We count down days.  We sing.  As children, my older sister and I did birthday treasure hunts with rhyming clues (yes, my mom is the bees knees!).  She even wrapped all of our gifts in matching paper with the most beautiful, bountiful bows you've ever seen.  I love a birthday with my mama--she always makes my heart feel full.  You know that feeling. 

In my mind, birthdays include cake, friends, laughter, and a day of love.   This year, I'd planned to get out of the house for the afternoon.  See a good friend, get some work done, and take myself on a little shopping trip.  I realize it's rare when your work makes you as happy as mine does for me.  It's truly a gift.  

And yet, I digress.  

My birthday was Tuesday.  On the Saturday prior, our sweet Millie starting to feel icky.  She had some nasal drainage and struggled to sleep comfortably.  By Monday (day before d-day, I mean b'day), I couldn't put Millie down because she was so uncomfortable.

Michael was traveling on Sunday/Monday and as I was trying to feed all the babies Monday morning, Millie  She clung to me like a hungry monkey and screamed at any sudden movement.

AND, she wouldn't sleep, ya'll.  Every time I tried to get her to sleep, she screamed.  A blood-curdling, "this is NOT OK" sort of scream.  On Monday after breakfast, I put her down to put the other babies down for their nap.  She screamed.  And screamed.  And screamed. 

I picked her back up.  She continued to scream.  She screamed for 4 hours straight.  I tried her blanket.  Pacifier.  Stuffed penguin.  Singing.  Cartoons.  Juice.  Cheerios.  A walk outside.  A walk inside.  Toys.  Snuggles.  Everything.

By the time a sweet friend and volunteer arrived, I was at my wits end.  My friend Anne put Millie in the stroller and walked her up and down the driveway until she calmed and fell asleep.  This gave me time to feed the other kids lunch (oh right, forgot about that!) and call the doctor.

The doctor and I agreed it seemed like an ear infection, so I needed to bring Millie in for a visit.  Thank goodness our au pair Jess agreed to come on duty early and watch the others while I took Millie to the doc.  

Millie indeed had a double ear infection and thus began antibiotics.  Monday night she continued to struggle to sleep unless she slept on my chest.  I let her sleep on me until 2 am, but as most of you know, mamas don't sleep well with babies on their chests.  At least this one doesn't.  Still, I kept thinking to myself... "Tomorrow is my birthday. I will get out of the house and feel the love (and have peace and quiet)." 

It was after dinner that night that the lady that helps out on Tuesdays texted me.  She said she had the stomach flu and couldn't come to work the next day.  I would have to stay home.  No birthday outing.  No friends.  No cake.  No nothing.

I was wrecked.  I was unbelievably sad.  The next morning I cried into Michael's chest, muttering, "I just wanted ONE day to be about me."  

I felt selfish and guilty (a mom's hobby, I'm learning).  I should WANT to stay home with my babies, no matter how sick they are or how much I want birthday cake, right?  But, I was so tired--mentally and physically.  By this point, all of the kids had a cold and I had little help and even less sleep.  

I tell myself that I should be as kind and gracious to myself that I try to be to my friends.  Somehow, that's easier said than done (right, mamas?).  I feel guilty--so often.  I feel sad.  I wonder how I'll survive (much less thrive in) this beautiful chaos.  I worry I miss out on so much joy because the exhaustion clouds my view.  Some days this beautiful blessing feels like so much to carry.

My dad's mom (the original Clara before my Clara) always said, "sometimes you can't around a challenge.  You can't go around.  You can't go over it.  You can't go over it.  You just wade through it."

So that's what I'm doing during this tough time.  I'm wading through it.  I'm wading through and lifting up my eyes as I thank God for the little joys that He's given me on the daily basis.

Isabelle learns to jump as Millie cheers her on.   Millie's favorite word is 'YAY!!"


Monday, February 26, 2018


To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

This Bible verse has been on my heart lately.  As Merle departed and we started a "new au pair year," I'm realizing how much of life, especially now with toddlers, is seasonal.  I am literally watching new seasons of life unfold before my very eyes--rolling over, crawling, babbling, full words, cruising, walking, etc.  This, in comparison to my BK (before kids, not Burger King) life when I observed seasons by the color of the leaves on the trees, the crispness of the Virginia air, and the time of the pink and purple sunsets each evening.

On the tough days, I remind myself that this is but a season in life.  There will be days that I long for my kiddos to grab onto my legs while I'm washing dishes (or vacuuming, or folding clothes or going to the bathroom!).  There will be days that I long for an early morning snuggle with a squishy, chuckling baby.  There will be days that their cribs collect dust instead of pacifiers.  And there will come a day that the house is a lonely, hollow sound of silence (and by golly, then I will take a nap!).  

Several weeks ago, a friend was supposed to come out to the house to help me prepare some of of our baby stuff for a local consignment sale.  This was a Friday.  The night before, our sweet, chuckling, chortling Millie decided to go on sleep strike.  I held her for several hours that night before getting up at 5 am to do the "morning shift," as we call it.  I was one of those versions of tired when you think you may laugh or cry at any moment, but you choose not to because it may soak up too much energy.  YUP.  That was me.  

Anyway, my friend Karen on her way to my house, and I text her:  "Can I be honest?  I just can't do this today.  I'm so exhausted and overwhelmed."  Keep in mind, this woman had driven at least 30 minutes out to my house and was about to have to turn around and go home.  Her response?  "Of course!  I'm going to come in, drop off spaghetti, hug you and leave.  Please don't worry!"

You guys, the grace this woman showed me.  The kindness.  The love.  I felt seen in all of my vulnerability and loved anyway.  I so appreciated her at this moment.

I told you ALL of that to tell you that after she dropped of spaghetti, played with my kids, and chatted with me (adult convos!  A rare species), she prayed for me.

She prayed for me.  

She told God she understood we aren't supposed to ask for tough times to go quickly, but she asked that He would give me the endurance and patience to see this season for what it was.


This blew me away.  So, I want to pay this forward.  If you're in a tough season.  A season of scarcity--financial or social.  A season of loneliness.  A season of sadness.  A season of fear.  A season of self dislike.  A season of exhaustion (um yes, party of one--right here).  

Let us all remember.  To everything there is a season.  Let us see the season we're in for what it's worth (both highs and lows).  Let us sit in the emotions we feel right now and know that this season will soon fade and fall away like the bright fall leaves every November.  

So, eat spaghetti.  Drink wine.  Watch DVR.  Go for a run.  Take a nap.  Just do what you need to do to get through today.  Tomorrow may be the start of a new season.

Today may be the start of a new season.  Sending love and light to every one!

Monday, February 19, 2018

A Farewell--Lebewohl

This is a week I've been dreading.  This week, we say farewell to our German au pair, Merle.  Merle is returning to Germany for a few weeks before pursuing the au pair program in China.

I knew when the au pairs arrived last February that there would come a day when we would have to say goodbye.  I've known that all along, but I cannot even put my level of connection and attachment to Merle into words.

Merle is our comic.  Her wit cuts through some of the most stressful situations.  Her laugh brightens the darkest of room and her love of family warms my heart.

Her laundry folding skills are TOP notch--you should see the stuff she does!  She loves Harry Potter just as much as I do, even though she's a Slytherin...yeesh.

I can't imagine not spending Monday nights with Merle, watching the Bachelor or Dancing with the Stars.  I can't imagine each Cheesecake Factory cheesecake without her.  I can't imagine taking the kids to stroll at UVA and not having Merle walking alongside me. 

Merle has played such a critical role in this first year with our quints.  She's taught them how to feed themselves.  How to sleep more soundly (sometimes!) in the night.  How to open a book and turn pages.  How to roll a ball back and forth.  How to make silly faces (especially for selfies) and how to walk.  She's left an indelible impression on Michael, Ava, Clara, Millie, Luke, Isabelle, and especially me.

We wish Merle all the love and light this world can offer.  And we expect her to come visit soon and often.

We love you Merle!!!

Sunday, February 4, 2018

Working Ahead

Good Afternoon!

I'm trying to get back in the swing of blogging more regularly, so here goes nothing.

So many people look at me like I am a force of nature that they don't understand (or even relate to).  I get it--it's crazy (I'm crazy).  We have five babies the same age.  We have leaning towers of fluffy Elmo-adorned Pampers and we buy grape Tylenol in bulk.  Not cherry--Luke doesn't like the cherry flavor.  Cheerios, Gerber Pouches, and boxed Mac and Cheese have their own respective shelves in the pantry.  The "big people" food gets one and a half measly shelves in what I used to think was a large pantry. 

Still, I wish more people would realize that I am still just a person--not an exhibit in a museum or something to gossip about.  I am just a mom trying to make it through each day without feeling an unbearable amount of guilt, worry, and/or anxiety.  I think most moms identify with that, but I do wish the "circus" treatment would stop soon.  It makes me sad.

Still, moms ask me.  How do you get through the day?  Tips?  Tricks?  How does life even happen at your house?  Well, I've thought about it and I've realized that there's one tactic that serves me very well.

It started in high school.  I used to revel in my ability to work ahead on my homework.  It allowed me to balance my extracurricular obligations while keeping up with differentials, John Donne, and lab reports. Yes, yes, I liked school (and still do).  It's my thing.  But working ahead--this skill--developed in my teens and has continued to serve me into motherhood.

As a mom of five, I work ahead.  That's the name of the game, folks.  I make dinner for that night at 7 am in the morning.  After that, I do the chopping/prepping for dinner the next day.  I also chop veggies/fruit for the kids lunch in the morning before the day starts.

I pack my work bag the night before so I don't forget anything.  I make my lunch for work the night before.

I make electronic lists for all of my shopping spots (pharmacy, CostCo, grocery, etc).  Each time I go to these places, I know exactly what I need for the next week.

I also meal plan 10 days out.  I shop for groceries online and do the pick up outside the store.  If needed, I wrap gifts in the car while I wait. 

When Millie grocery shops, she stays focused.  This improves her efficiency as a baby shopper.

I restock diapers and wipes on a daily basis.  I measure bedtime medicine at 6 pm before we even start bottles--that just makes the feeding go faster.

I pick out my clothes for the week on Mondays (Tuesday is my first day in the office).

I do all of my shopping for birthdays on the third day of each month.  Anyone who has a birthday that month gets a gift and/or a card purchased on the third.

I refill the coffee maker every morning at 10 am so that we have enough water for the next day.  I restock coffee pods every night after dinner and I catch up on my phone calls while I'll drive to/from work or the gym.

Mostly, survival=organization, planning, and working ahead.  It's tough sometimes to get excited about chopping tomorrow's veggies today, but if that's what it takes to provide for my precious angels, I'll do it. 

 I think Izzy may be like her mother--who knows, maybe God will bless her with multiples some day!

Wednesday, January 31, 2018

Christmas in January?

Hello All!

I apologize for my absence.  The month of January has KICKED. MY. TAIL.  First off, the kiddos got the stomach flu.  As in vomiting, no appetite, limited interest in drinking, crankiness, sleeplessness, etc. etc.

And then, I got the stomach flu.  And then, the au pairs caught the bug.  I'll tell you--the whole situation was rough.  The aches, the icky-ness, the fevers.  Wow.  It was a long stretch of unpleasantness.  I'll spare you the details.
Luckily, I have a husband who powered through (and avoided the sickness!). I was able to rest up and get my body back on track JUUUUST in time for the flu to hit our house.  First Millie got it, then Luke, and then Ava.  Then both au pairs got it along with Michael and me.  We were lucky to be able to give the kiddos Tamiflu, but it has just been a long stretch of sleeplessness, hopelessness, and just overall malaise.  I really hope things smooth out soon.

Sick babies are just pitiful!

With all of that behind us, let me catch you up on Christmas.    Christmas has always been one of my favorite seasons, especially as Michael's wife.  Michael LOVES Christmas.  He sings Christmas carols in the shower.  He sets up the nativity scene every year, carefully placing each figurine in the "appropriate" place. He loves decorating the tree, riding around and looking at Christmas lights, and on and on.  He relishes all things Christmas.   It warms my heart each and every year.

Here we are taking the kids to see their first Christmas light display.  Just imagine for a second trying to get gloves, hats, scarves, jackets on all five kids (and keeping them on!).  It was a challenge to say the least.


We were also grateful for a very generous and kind photographer in Charlottesville, Amy Yang.  Amy and I met in Mom Mecca (ie Target).  She offered to use her amazing photography skills to capture our family's first Christmas out of the NICU.  Take a look at her amazing work.

I also asked Amy to take a photo of the kids wearing the Christmas hats they were given last year in the NICU (yes, I save things like this).

Christmas morning was a bit of blur.  I don't think I can remember ever feeling so VERY, VERY TIRED.
The original Baudinet family on Christmas Eve (Dad, Ellie, and Mom)


After Christmas, I was so grateful to Michael's family for coming down to help with the kids while I got to visit my family in Alabama.  I had a SPLENDID time with my parents, sister, her husband, and their kids.  Here is my favorite (and only) niece, Emma Kate.  She's an absolute delight and I'm honored to call her my friend.

Bath time has also become such a fun time.  Here is Clara belly-laughing as Luke splashes around.

Millie and Isabelle have also found a new way to do some cardio and practice their walking skills.

We also took the kids to Cheesecake Factory to celebrate New Years.  That was an adventure!

The most beautiful development is that the kids really do love to play together (most of the time when they aren't stealing each others' toys). 

 And most exciting of all, we have walkers!!  Let the fun begin!!