Wedding Trip – The End
Kyle and I woke up early Sunday morning at the Polynesian Resort. We had to get back to our hotel, pack up our stuff, and catch the Magical Express at 10:30, so we walked over to the TTC and caught one of the marathon busses. Goodbyes with my family were short, sweet, and uncertain. I still didn’t feel comfortable leaving with grandpa in the hospital and the rest of my family stranded in Orlando, but we were working on a tight timetable, so I headed back to the hotel to help Kyle pack up.
Kyle had moved from “getting sick” to “really sick” to “been sick for too long” by this point and he had absolutely no energy. We packed up our things on time, but it was a really rotten morning. Between my stress over grandpa, Kyle’s illness, and the fact that we were leaving Orlando, we were both in bad spirits. I ended up calling my mom to let her know that I was going home to Ohio. I felt terrible about leaving everyone to take care of grandpa, but there was nobody else to take care of Kyle and I didn’t want to send him home alone, him being as sick as he was.
The flight home was uneventful and instead of being carried over the threshold, I helped my new husband drag our stuff in so he could collapse into bed. Thus, with our beautiful Disney wedding behind us, we were home.
Epilogue: My grandfather wasn’t discharged from Celebration hospital until the following Tuesday, so my family was in Orlando for four days longer than they thought they would have been. Luckily, the Polynesian staff worked with them and kept them in their rooms, which was wonderful. My grandfather is doing fine now, having changed up some medications, etc., but we’re still keeping an eye on him. Kyle’s fever broke the night we got home, finally, and with about 48 hours of sleep, he was back to normal.