Sweet Dreams ... of Disneyland

During the last few days Jack has started to smile.

I thought out loud as to what could make him smile so frequently, in which the nurse replied, "He just has gas." I should probably mention that Jack's had several milligrams a day of prune juice to help with some "pooting" problems. However, is it me or do people not smile when suffering from constipation?


Regardless, I choose to believe that his recent smiles correlate with our more frequent cuddles. This week the doctor has determined Jack is ready for more stimulation, allowing him to be held daily. I'll usually start out humming or softly singing lullabies. This will wake Jack up, but place him into a sedated mode. Then we'll begin our conversations of Disneyland.


Disneyland is a good speaking point, not only because it is the Happiest Place on Earth, but because it presents a reason for Jack to start breathing on his own. I don't think Disneyland cast members allow oxygen tanks onto Splash Mountain ... just sayin'. (I mention this to Jack every day as a reminder.)


Our adventure begins each day by describing the walk into Disneyland from a Good Neighbor Hotel and the anticipation of waiting in line for the park to open. Once opened I'll ask Jack, "Where to first?" Shall we venture through outer space fighting aliens on Buzz Lightyear Astro Blasters? Or brave the Jungle Cruise through African waters? After listing a few options, Jack will become wide-eyed once hearing his selection. Funny enough, I think he prefers Pirates of the Caribbean. It does have a pirate named Jack.


I'll describe each ride, restaurant, and shop we visit in utmost detail. After four days of describing Disneyland we're halfway through visiting each attraction in the park. We still have a whole new discussion waiting about California Adventure.


While holding Jack, his oxygen levels become stabilized and his eyes open with wonder. Afterward he'll fall asleep in his little isolette, occasionally letting a smile come over his face. Gas, you might ask? I think not: he's dreaming of climbing into a canoe and rowing across the Rivers of America, occasionally helping his mom splash Uncle Phil.

So sweet dreams, littlest. One day they'll all come true. :)