Posted 5-5-19
Not much to report on mom or the Sweet 17 from this weekend, as of yet. Unlike when you don’t hear from your younger kids for a couple minutes as they are playing, a few minutes of quiet isn’t a sign of nefariousness or eminent explosions of emotion with memory unit patients, at least in mom’s home. They seem to call my poor sister or my stepdad quite a bit should anything go wrong. If they find her sitting on the ground at 3am, whether or not there is an indication that she had fallen down, the call chain starts. Probably a state mandate, but I am pretty ok with it (maybe because I am 3rd on the chain and calls practically never make it that far down to wake me up at 3am).
I am always happy in the back of my mind whenever weekends go well, or at least pass without nighttime calls. It is not always the case, but the junior varsity nursing team often gets the crappy shifts and their nursing acumen seems to focus on “Keep them above room temperature and you are a success”-level care. I usually just hope mom sleeps a lot when the outside staff takes over for the better nurses other…
Life is a big circle, isn’t it? 47 years ago I was the one who woke up everyone at night for a feed or just cuz’. Now mom reversed roles and has taken over the nighttime sleep disruption mode. Just as it was for her, our love more than counters the sleep loss. (again…easy for me to say…I don’t find out until 5am when I get up most days. 😉 )
Well, I hope to see mom today in a good mood and rebuilding lost strength. We shall see…
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