So, Op on Thursday, I thought I was pretty out if it, but Mum told me tonight I was in complete control (how little she knows!!)
Friday was the anniversary of dad, brother turned up & we sort of all hung out together, I’m pretty sure I was on auto pilot, catching up, I know I got him to help me make mums bed as I changed her sheets. He looked pretty bemused, but he helped
It was crash n burn today. I’ve crawled into the lounge & slept in between getting her to the bathroom several times, then I zonked out this afternoon
I woke to find her standing next to me. No zimmer. All pleased with herself. She told me she’s been walking around the kitchen without the frame. I was so cross. Honestly don’t know why she does this. The stroke team are adamant she needs the zimmer & is at risk of losing her balance & toppling over, so she waits till I am sleeping & try’s to walk unaided & unsupervised & can’t see why I was freaking out
The support worker turned up shortly after this & told me she was very wobbly in the bathroom. She was very unsteady all evening & going up to bed
I know logic has gone out the window (she never had much to start with), but she’s been so good at accepting that what I tell her is in her best interests that I can’t understand this. Am I in denial?
I’ve tucked her in with pooch. She’s so compliant. I feel so bad about it. My fiery independent Mum, being put to bed by the daughter she’s fought most of her life. It’s so .... wrong. So, not Mum.
How easily we slip into parenting our parents. At times I feel like I’m not really me.
Although she has moments of flying in the face of reason & I want to scream at her ( I even tell her that occasionally), she then crumbles into this shadow of a person, who lets me tuck her in, turn off her light & kiss her goodnight.
Where is my Mum?
Friday was the anniversary of dad, brother turned up & we sort of all hung out together, I’m pretty sure I was on auto pilot, catching up, I know I got him to help me make mums bed as I changed her sheets. He looked pretty bemused, but he helped
It was crash n burn today. I’ve crawled into the lounge & slept in between getting her to the bathroom several times, then I zonked out this afternoon
I woke to find her standing next to me. No zimmer. All pleased with herself. She told me she’s been walking around the kitchen without the frame. I was so cross. Honestly don’t know why she does this. The stroke team are adamant she needs the zimmer & is at risk of losing her balance & toppling over, so she waits till I am sleeping & try’s to walk unaided & unsupervised & can’t see why I was freaking out
The support worker turned up shortly after this & told me she was very wobbly in the bathroom. She was very unsteady all evening & going up to bed
I know logic has gone out the window (she never had much to start with), but she’s been so good at accepting that what I tell her is in her best interests that I can’t understand this. Am I in denial?
I’ve tucked her in with pooch. She’s so compliant. I feel so bad about it. My fiery independent Mum, being put to bed by the daughter she’s fought most of her life. It’s so .... wrong. So, not Mum.
How easily we slip into parenting our parents. At times I feel like I’m not really me.
Although she has moments of flying in the face of reason & I want to scream at her ( I even tell her that occasionally), she then crumbles into this shadow of a person, who lets me tuck her in, turn off her light & kiss her goodnight.
Where is my Mum?