Sorry He Said
After our night's adventure, I was surprised to see Gabriel wake in good spirits. I had expected some stiffness, but he walked around easily. Gabriel and I headed to the breakfast buffet while Janette woke and got Hannah ready. They met us there soon after.
Waffles, check! Bacon, check! Eggs, check! So far, so good.
Afterward, we snapped some pictures of the kids, and then we headed upstairs to walk off breakfast prior to going back into the waterpark. As we walked, Gabriel slowed.
"You okay, buddy?" I asked. Hannah wheeled beside him, taking in the sights - high ceilings, flashing lights from the arcade.
"Yeah, I'm okay."
"You sound kind of mope-y," I said.
"Sorry."
"That's okay. You feel alright?"
"Yeah."
We walked to the 2nd floor elevator and prepared to go back to our room on the 3rd floor. I turned toward the elevator. Gabriel stared at the carpet; then he threw up.
"Sorry," he said.
Janette popped him over the restroom to finish the cycle. A staff member from the arcade stepped in to help us.
"Do you want me to call for some medical assistance?" she asked.
I debated silently. Gabriel's fall eight or so hours before lingered in my mind. "Yeah, probably a good idea. He fell of his bunk-bed last night."
"Oh," she replied. She called it in. I sat with Hannah and waited for help to arrive.
Gabriel emerged from the bathroom, his pj shirt spattered with breakfast. "Sorry," he repeated.
"It's okay, buddy."
The pool supervisor showed up and asked the medical questions while Janette took Gabriel and Hannah back to the room. I walked her through the bunk story from the night before, but also let her know Gabriel had complained briefly about his tummy that morning. My guess was virus. I didn't see any sign of a concussion aside from the vomitting. She took notes; then left with an offer of assistance if needed.
The cleaning crew came by and scrubbed, sanded, then vacuumed our 2nd floor elevator memento. I joined Gabriel in the room, checked his temp (fever), and popped him into our bed (the bunk bed would not see him again this trip).
Janette and Hannah headed to the water park while Gabriel and I held down the fort for the day. He managed to keep some food down and slept for 3 hours. I continued to watch for signs of a concussion, but the vomitting aside, I didn't see anything else. The room's ice bucket came in handy after an attempted delivery of Tylenol failed, but most of the rest of the day was uneventful.
Janette and Hannah popped in and out of the room, and Hannah clearly enjoyed the water park (more on that later). Gabriel regained some energy in the evening. He and I ventured out briefly to play a game called MagiQuest: an electronic treasure hunting game played out along five levels of the lodge. Then we called it a night.
By morning, he was back to normal: no fever. I hoped our third and final day at Great Wolf Lodge would be spent, uneventfully, in the water park itself.
-- Dad
