A sleepy lad greeted me this morning. Still in bed with no intention of getting up although quite happy. One of the carers and I finally got him to his feet and he was reasonably amicable during wash, shave and dressing. Cheered up considerably after breakfast and was quite content when I left him with his baby at lunchtime. Noticed that another male resident is now nursing a doll so it may be catching on. Really hot here today. What a change after yesterday. Think thunder storms tomorrow. What a June. Oh and my little monster has just brought me a present too. Not as big as chick's, just a baby shrew. Aaah..!
Wise words Es. I think, when our loved ones go into care, we need to make some time and space for ourselves to grieve that "loss" - because there is a huge loss, even though they are still living. There's the whole loss of "together", the loss of all the things you used to do together, and to a large extent, the loss of the full time caring and responsibility is a huge thing, because it's frightening to trust someone else with that, someone no matter how good a place it is, who doesn't yet know our loved one the way we do.
Thank you LadyA, I need to try to remember all those things you say. Keep saying them over and over to myself to talk myself into it.It does get better. Especially as the illness progresses, and you realise that your husband is getting care on a scale and of a calibre that, on our own, we couldn't ever come close to giving them. This way, they are getting much better care, 24 hours a day, than we could do, they have more stimulation, company etc than we on our own can provide, and we, because we are getting more rest, less constant stress etc. can have more of a quality time with them.
The financial costs are huge, here too. I would have more if I was on jobseekers benefit than I am left with. However, I have tightened my belt, and cut out all unnecessary spending, and manage ok so far. Pots of soups, stews and casseroles with very little meat and lots of whatever is reduced in the supermarket! Plus beans and lentils.
Give it more time, I would say, and talk to the staff at the home. And also, remind yourself of why your husband went into full time care in the first place.
It does get better. Especially as the illness progresses, and you realise that your husband is getting care on a scale and of a calibre that, on our own, we couldn't ever come close to giving them. This way, they are getting much better care, 24 hours a day, than we could do, they have more stimulation, company etc than we on our own can provide, and we, because we are getting more rest, less constant stress etc. can have more of a quality time with them.
The financial costs are huge, here too. I would have more if I was on jobseekers benefit than I am left with. However, I have tightened my belt, and cut out all unnecessary spending, and manage ok so far. Pots of soups, stews and casseroles with very little meat and lots of whatever is reduced in the supermarket! Plus beans and lentils.
Give it more time, I would say, and talk to the staff at the home. And also, remind yourself of why your husband went into full time care in the first place.
It`s lovely to hear of such good visits Verity.
Even a little green eyed monster has meaning and is significant.
We had such a lovely morning yesterday. We sat quietly in the aquarium space (walls decorated with murals, etc), nursed baby and read books. Later in the morning another of the residents in his 'house' could be heard pushing a wooden dining chair up the corridor. He was a carpenter and has a fascination with all things wooden. He was accompanied by his daughter so they parked the chair next to us and he sat down and held my hand while his daughter went off to get his cup of tea. Fred looked most displeased, particularly when HIS baby was picked up and nursed. A possible conflict was averted by the return of his daughter, my hand and Baby. Wonder if a little of the green eyed monster perhaps lurks somewhere deep down as he held my hand for the rest of my visit and snuggled up, giving me beautiful smiles. Another treasure for my memory bank. xxx