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KRISTINE BRUNEAU
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Mommy Musings, Copyright 2017 by Kristine Bruneau
ISBN-13: 978-1542863315
For Rob and James
Introduction ..................................... i
CHAPTE R 1: Baby in Driver Seat ...........................1
CHAPTE R 2: Happy Birthday ................................7
CHAPTE R 3: The Dog Ate My Breast Pump ........11
CHAPTE R 4: James and the Giant Poop ...............13
CHAPTE R 5: Tangled in Leather ..........................15
CHAPTE R 6: Little Red Mustang .........................21
CHAPTE R 7: Kindergarten Angst .........................25
CHAPTE R 8: Boys and Sticks ...............................29
CHAPTE R 9: The Tooth Fairy ..............................31
CHAPTE R 10: You Cant Hurry Scrambled Eggs ....37
CHAPTE R 11: God of Discipline ...........................39
CHAPTE R 12: The Right Tilt ................................43
CHAPTE R 13: Hello. Good-Bye. I Love You...........45
CHAPTE R 14: Got Rhythm? ..................................49
CHAPTE R 15: The End Is Where We Begin ..........53
CHAPTE R 16: Tomorrow Is a Better Day ...............59
CHAPTE R 17: The Art of Listening .......................61
CHAPTE R 18: The Alchemy of Joy ........................65
CHAPTE R 19: Kids Are Good for You....................69
INTRODUCTION
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spend with your child as a gift. Go inward, first. Trust
yourself, and then, push onward.
To me, being a parent is a role you act upon.
Within this role theres work hard work. When you
experience raising a child, a relationship develops
and deepens. You cant just have a relationship with
someone without working at it. Anything worth doing
well is hard work. There is joy in the doing and learning
from all the mistakes youll undoubtedly make.
Kids are cute and cuddly when theyre small and
not so much as they begin to grow into little mes and
talk back. Too, our kids somehow become reflections
of ourselves, which can be a hard pill to swallow. Its
all in how you look at it: the decision to have children,
the incubation of a baby, the arrival of your newborn,
the reality that this is forever, and your reactions to
first-time and recurring situations with your kids.
Throughout the pages of this book are gentle
reminders of why kids are good for you because
sometimes we forget. As parents, were all on an epic
journey of self-discovery. Ive found that when I allow
myself to see the world through the eyes of my child
and act from an open heart, I learn something new,
which I place in my toolbox. I hope you will, too.
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constantly watch. I will be bringing into the world a
helpless being who will be totally and completely dependent
upon me for sustenance and security. Eventually, baby will
go mobile and then I wont be able to let him out of my
sight for fear that hell get hurt.
Gradually, this boy of ours will develop his own
personality, rely on Rob and me less for nurturing, and
expect things like a toy, a phone, or a car. Am I jumping
too far ahead? I should enjoy this time in my life, but I
dont think its really hit me yet.
Today, as I write this book and return to reading
those two previous journal entries (penned far in
the past), it brings me back. Back to a place I had
forgotten, a time when I didnt know I would have a
boy, but knew I was going to have a boy.
I chose he or him instead of she or her in
referring to baby back then, even though I decided not
to learn the sex of my baby from the ultrasound. Still,
when questioned by others afterward about the gender
of my baby, I said that I knew I would have a boy.
At the time, I also chose not to undergo testing
for genetic defects such as Downs Syndrome and
Spina Bifida. I didnt want to stress my baby with
amniocentesis or worry about the menu of what-ifs.
I wanted to enjoy my pregnancy. I wanted baby to
enjoy it too.
I think it was a good goal to have.
Im twelve weeks pregnant, and I didnt realize how
much my body would change. I used to complain about
my tummy roll and bubble butt; instead, I should have
been appreciating my fitness level and muscle tone. Now
good Lord! My skin and organs are expanding at a
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frightening pace.
I feel like Alice in Wonderland when she super-sized
herself after eating a spiked crumpet. Im uncomfortable,
tired, and afraid.
Will I ever feel normal again?
I began to show in only my second trimester.
As I drove into a parking garage in Rochester on
September 11, 2001, everything seemed fine except for
the crazy itchiness around my belly, where my skin had
begun to stretch.
It was just before nine a.m., and as soon as I
entered my workplace, I went on a conference call in
my boss Julies office. We were discussing a clients
direct mail campaign with folks from our New York
City office, located near the World Trade Center. In
mid-sentence, we lost the connection. Puzzled, Julie
and I looked at each other. I dialed the number again
and again. Busy signal. As I was about to punch in the
number another time, our creative director burst into
the room and told us the World Trade Center (WTC)
had been bombed.
The conference room at work had a television.
When I reached the room and looked at the
screen, I saw flames licking away at the WTC
building. And then, a plane flew into the second tower.
More flames and black smoke.
I was stunned. The moment I saw the crash my
world changed. I cradled my swollen belly as tears fell
from my eyes. All I wanted was to go home and pray:
for the dead, the dying, the unborn, and the living. I
needed to go home and hug my husband, my parents,
my brother, and my nieces, and tell them that I loved
them.
A new fear arose inside me: Would my baby grow
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up under the constant threat of fanatical acts of terror
and war?
That December, a new curve-ball was thrown my
way when I learned that the ad agency I worked for
would close at the end of December: There wasnt
enough business to keep the doors open, so I would be
laid off.
I realizedI didnt mind. Work had become
unsatisfying, disappointing, and stressful. More than
anything, I wanted to focus on my baby and now I
could. Love and nurturing would be my new currency.
Still, staying home wouldnt mean checking
out from the professional world to which Id grown
accustomed. I decided I could still take on a freelance
project or two, and keep writing.
One minute, I was driving along lifes fast lane. The
next, I was in the slower traffic, keep to the right lane.
Kristine, Ray died, my dad said over the phone.
I just talked to Uncle Ray, I objected, even though
I knew the cancer in his lungs had spread through
his body in the past few months. He called me a few
minutes ago. He said everything would be all right. He
told me not to worry.
Just then, I realized that I had dreamt about his
phone call last night. And I remembered that when I
had last visited him, I had noticed he relied more and
more on liquid morphine to keep him comfortable.
Still, I thought hed hang on for a few more weeks
because he was a stubborn man who made a living as a
fine artist. Despite numerous critics of his art, Ramn
Santiago was one of Rochester, New Yorks most
celebrated artists. His portraits of sultry women and
whimsical creatures have hung in galleries world-wide
and been collected by Hollywood stars.
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Later that day, I went for an ultrasound to see if the
baby had turned to the head-down position. Rob and I
had been planning to ask the technician to write down
the sex of the baby and place it in an envelope to hand
my uncle. Despite my uncles death, we proceeded as
planned. When we handed my aunt (Uncle Rays wife)
the envelope, she said, He already knows.
The doctor told us that if the baby still hadnt
turned by week thirty-eight, we needed to explore
options. What options? Well, for one, the doctor could
try to turn the baby using external cephalic version, an
aggressive abdominal massage that is successful only
half the time (not to mention stressful, painful, and
risky). The other option was a C-section.
I wanted neither. I told my friend Ann, a massage
therapist about the options. So she came to my house
on New Years Day to try reflexing points on my feet
that might encourage the baby to turn. She also gently
massaged my belly. When she was there, the baby
moved around a lot, but refused to move in the right
direction. On my own I tried exercises, inversions, and
visualization techniques to get the baby to turn.
After everything, he still seemed to be stuck under
my rib cage.
When I saw my doctor at week thirty-eight, the
baby hadnt budged. We scheduled a C-section on
January 9th a week before my original due date.
I left the doctors office feeling disappointed
because I wouldnt be delivering vaginally, as I had
planned and prepared for. The news that a C-section
was in my future simultaneously rattled and relieved
me. I had focused so much of my energy on trying to
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turn this baby that I was tired.
What I needed was to turn my attention to
delivering a healthy and stress-free baby.
I rubbed my angel worry stone a recent gift from
my aunt in remembrance of my uncle. This small thing
kept me calm, patient, and mindful while I waited to
deliver my baby.
The doctor was right baby in driver seat.
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CHAPTE R 2
Happy Birthday
Dear, dear! How queer everything is today!
And yesterday things went on as usual.
Alices Adventures in Wonderland 1865 by Lewis Carroll
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Gazing into my babys face, I thought, My dream has
come true!
During my pregnancy, I had a vivid dream of
a little boy picking flowers. The bright sun had
illuminated his golden wisps of hair and fair skin, and
he looked like an angel. I was sure that the child I was
seeing was my son.
Its true: Nothing can prepare you for the birth of
a child and nothing can prepare you for the loss of
one. The day my son was born, my dog Gunnar died.
He collapsed in the street only minutes after a brisk
run in the snow-covered hills of our neighborhood.
I didnt want a dog at first. So Rob worked on me
for months, bringing me a boxer key chain, a boxer
magnet, a book on boxers, and more. (Obviously, he
wanted to adopt a boxer!). Then, after one visit to take
a look at newborn pups, I was smitten.
Several weeks later, we brought home a crop-eared,
brindle-colored pup and raised him like a son. We
fed, exercised, and played with him until he grew
to nearly ninety pounds. When Gunnar started
dragging me around the block, I signed him up for
obedience classes. He eventually learned to walk by
my side without a leash, and comforted me when Rob
traveled for his work. Gunnar was my protector, my
companion, my child.
When six-year-old Gunnar collapsed and Rob
rushed him to the vets, my thoughts werent on
Gunnar. Nor were they on Ruby, our newly adopted
one-year-old boxer. I was getting ready to have a baby,
and I was worried: Would I know what to do? Would
I be a good mother? Would I enjoy being a mom, or
would I regret it? Would the dogs behave with the
baby?
That day, I prayed for my babys health. I prayed
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for strength to do whatever it takes to raise my child
to be good. I prayed that the cut on my finger didnt
turn into a horrible staph infection. I felt my tummy
and stroked the hard, round ball that moved with the
lightest touch. I thought of my grandmother Grace,
who died when I was five. I knew she was watching
over me, as she has my entire life. She wouldnt let
anything happen to me or the baby.
Guess I was as ready as I would ever be.
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CHAPTE R 3
Tangled in Leather
Love is not f inding someone to live with; its
f inding someone whom you cant live without.
Kindergarten Angst
Fortune favors the brave.
God of Discipline
No matter how hard we try to do the right thing,
sometimes we end up doing the wrong thing.
Got Rhythm?
What joy rhythm brings to those who have none.