Hiya all,
I was a bit fed up after Christmas, when dad phoned to say that they had decided to put mum to bed in an afternoon, rather than sitting in her chair, as they were concerned about her getting a sore. Felt like another nail in the coffin.
So now she goes to bed about 2pm, and they get her up again at about 4.30pm.
But what a difference - now when dad visits she has her eyes open mainly and is far more smiley and making more vocal sounds - last night it sounded as though she said 'oh yes' when dad asked if she would like a chocolate. Rather than eating her tea in a lounge, with dad perched on the arm of the chair, they sit together in her room (there are two armchairs), and listen to CD's (dad selects what he is going to take up each evening) or he puts the TV on - they've been watching Morse this week. It is so much better, because in the privacy of the room dad can be himself again - he sings to mum (Ow! Mum's poor ears) - he can show affection in a way that he could not downstairs. Dad wouldn't make a 'fuss' and ask them to take mum upstairs - thank God they became worried about her skin (the sore hasn't materialised), because dad seems much happier with how things are now.
Just thought I'd share that.
Love Helen
I was a bit fed up after Christmas, when dad phoned to say that they had decided to put mum to bed in an afternoon, rather than sitting in her chair, as they were concerned about her getting a sore. Felt like another nail in the coffin.
So now she goes to bed about 2pm, and they get her up again at about 4.30pm.
But what a difference - now when dad visits she has her eyes open mainly and is far more smiley and making more vocal sounds - last night it sounded as though she said 'oh yes' when dad asked if she would like a chocolate. Rather than eating her tea in a lounge, with dad perched on the arm of the chair, they sit together in her room (there are two armchairs), and listen to CD's (dad selects what he is going to take up each evening) or he puts the TV on - they've been watching Morse this week. It is so much better, because in the privacy of the room dad can be himself again - he sings to mum (Ow! Mum's poor ears) - he can show affection in a way that he could not downstairs. Dad wouldn't make a 'fuss' and ask them to take mum upstairs - thank God they became worried about her skin (the sore hasn't materialised), because dad seems much happier with how things are now.
Just thought I'd share that.
Love Helen