Well… This isn’t really a trip report, but the last trip some things happened that were truly amazing…. And I have to share..
The Cast: My wife, My younger sister, my brother, My oldest sister her husband and two kids (three and seven) My mom and dad, and my second oldest sister’s daughter (two)
My second oldest sister (Jenny) didn’t come because she was pregnant and really tired. We took her daughter to give her a week of nothing but rest. … you see, my family has Thalisimia…. A rare blood dieses that doesn’t do much to guys (lucky me) but it does some pretty awful things to women…. How awful? My oldest sister is twenty-nine and has already gone though menopause…. That’s how bad. It also makes it nearly impossible to get pregnant… Our family has done a lot of adoption… my oldest sister got lucky and got pregnant, but it wasn’t looking like Jenny ever would. They adopted two wonderful kids, but then, lo and behold, she beats all odds and gets pregnant.
This all goes back to Disneyland, trust me…
We go and have a blast! My brother-in-law would rival Darkbeer for fast-pass knowledge and savvy. While it got a tad crowded, we never had to wait in line more than twenty minutes for anything. At the end of the day we usually had about thirty unused fast-passes…. We would give them away to people in the back of the line so they could go on at least one more ride… that was kind of fun, kind of fast-pass-passing… Also my nephew hit the 40 inch mark, he rode everything he could and wasn’t even scared by Tower of Terror… He also has the “of course, there’s always my way” speech memorized.
ANYWAY… by day four of non-stop parking (opening to close and then some [with lots of park hopping fast-pass runs]) we were all getting tired and a bit cranky. About noon we all decided that to prevent us from killing each other we should all go back to the hotel and have a little rest before the evening.
We went back to the Hotel (me a bit be-grudgingly… I wanted to rest when we were back home… I’m such a kid) and all flopped throughout our three rooms we rented to hold our family.
At about two thirty my wife, my brother, and I are all watching TV with one eye in our room when a horrific pounding comes on our door. In a Panic, I jump up and answer the door. It was my mom. She was bawling and told us to come to her room quick. She was in a bigger panic than we where so we ran with her to her room. She was crying so hard we could hardly understand what she was saying, but we finally understood, “They need to take the baby now.”
Now being a little more than three months early.
She threw everyone down to their knees and then she said a prayer, pleading to God for help…. The prayer worked to calm her down at least to the point that she could tell us what happened. Jenny had gotten sick and collapsed. They took her to the hospital and said that her immune system was attacking the baby and that they had to perform a c-section if the baby had any chance to live. They ALSO discover that due to Jenny’s illness, her blood had become dangerously thin and they doubted that she could survive the physical and emotional shock of a c-section…. She told them she could handle it.
All the family, apart from her husband, was at Disneyland feeling pretty helpless and a bit worthless and guilty…. We were having the time of our lives while she could be dying. We waited in silence, even the little kids seemed to understand that something serious was going on and didn’t run around like kids do…
After another couple of hours the baby was delivered. Both her and her baby were in critical condition. The baby (named Jay) was life-flighted to a special pre-natal hospital while my sister stayed. My mother was telling my dad that she needed to fly back to Utah to help her girl, but my Dad told her that the more important thing would be to make sure Jenny’s daughter who was with us would be ok… Jenny didn’t need any extra stress…
Feeling down and sad we returned to Disney’s California Adventure to see the Electrical parade.
Now, I’m a sap, but that parade always makes me cry, reminding me of when my parents would take their five kids to Disneyland and always watching the electric parade. Right around the Blue Fairy, I started to cry because… well…. I knew Jenny and the baby would be ok… I can’t explain it, but I just knew… call it luck, karma, god, whatever, I just knew…. My wife was crying as well…. So was every other member of my family (little kids excluded, they were busy building their own memories) After the parade was over we all talked and all had the same feeling, that everything was going to be just fine.
Less than an hour later we got a call from the Doctor saying that Jenny was just fine… Jay was touch and go, but in less than two days, they were able to take him off oxygen and all but one IV.
Yesterday Jenny got to see and hold Jay for the first time…
However you want to define Miracles, be it divine help or dumb luck, a miracle occurred. we all know that Disneyland always says that whatever you wish for will come true… well, for me and my family it really did.
Here is Jay from 9/16/05 he just reached three pounds! Thanks for all the thoughts, prayers, and private messages.