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10 października 2024 r.
This past weekend was meant to celebrate new life, a moment of pure joy as we gathered at Nemacolin for a gender reveal. My wife and I, along with our 20-month-old son, Nicholas, had decided to stay at the elegant Chateau. From the moment we stepped through the doors, the staff went above and beyond to make us feel special. We were filled with joy as we entered our room, a magical space decorated in soft pink—our little girl was on the way. The attention to detail was astonishing: plush animals adorned the room, and somehow, they knew about Nicholas’s love for dinosaurs. A large dragon awaited him, and though it wasn’t a dinosaur, to him it was close enough. He squealed in delight, clutching his “pterodactyl” as we explored the space. The rest of the day was filled with laughter and adventure. We swam at the Peak, Nicholas running around, his giggles echoing through the water. Later that night my wife had noticed Nicholas was a bit fussy and asked me to go down to the front desk for a thermometer. It was just a slight fever, 99.3, likely due to teething, but the staff’s concern and care were remarkable. They didn’t just provide the thermometer—they sent up a team to check on him. We were blown away by their attentiveness, how they reassured us every step of the way. The next morning, after a quick trip to Dollar General for baby Tylenol, Nicholas seemed back to his cheerful self, and we resumed our plans. We wandered through the resort, from the indoor pool to marveling at the Berlin Wall art and giant fish tanks. As we checked out, the staff graciously allowed us to explore the grounds for the rest of the day. We were thrilled to be able to take pregnancy photos at this beautiful place. Our first stop was Reflections, one of our favorite spots at Nemacolin. It’s quiet, peaceful, and filled with stunning art. We snapped a few photos, cherishing the moment. Nicholas seemed sleepy as we headed to lunch. He drifted off in the van, his small body relaxed in his seat. Then, out of nowhere, everything changed. His hands began to tremble. Foam gathered at his mouth. We screamed, panic rising as we tried to make sense of what was happening. Mary, who was driving, rushed us to the front of the lodge. My wife sprinted inside, begging the staff to call 911. I held Nicholas, watching in horror as he turned pale—then blue. Time stood still. My son, my baby, was limp in my arms, and I thought I was losing him. Within moments, the onsite medical team arrived. One of them thought he was choking, and they immediately began administering back blows and chest rubs, willing Nicholas back to us. Seconds stretched into what felt like hours as I watched, helpless, until I saw him slowly begin to come back. They rushed us inside, stripping off his jacket and boots, trying to regulate his temperature. The ambulance arrived soon after, and they recommended we take him to the hospital. My wife climbed into the ambulance with Nicholas while I gathered ou
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