My mother's son, who hasn't seen her for 15 months and prior to that didn't see her for a year, decided he would go to see her today. He obviously doesn't understand how this visiting lark works because he phoned the nh yesterday and announced that he would be visiting at 9am today. They advised him to visit after 11am as they didn't like early morning visits. He was obviously keen as he arrived at 10.40! He probably thought that they wanted him to arrive later to give them time to roll out the red carpet, chill the champagne and prepare the canapes
My mother's dementia is now so advanced that I knew she would not be able to relay any details of this visit. When I visited tonight I asked one of the nurses, who mentioned the visit, whether she thought my mum had recognised her son. I was quite shocked when she said that she thought my mum had recognised him, given the fact that my mum hadn't recognised him at my dad's funeral over 2 years ago, when her condition was not as advanced. However, it seemed that the nurse assumed she recognised him because she smiled and said 'hello' when he walked in. To my mind that doesn't mean that she did recognise him, although I don't suppose I will ever know.
She was very agitated and tearful tonight, which may well be coincidence, but again I can never know for sure. The thing that shocked me was when she suddenly, out of the blue and totally unprompted, said her son's name. My sister was there and I asked her whether she had heard what I had heard, and she agreed that that was what it sounded like. It's been weeks, if not months, since she said the name of any other members of the family, even mine and my sister's and we are her most frequent visitors.
I was hurt as well as shocked by her saying his name. Irrational I know, and maybe a little mean minded. I should have been glad that enough of her still survived to be able to recognise someone and say their name hours after they had visited her.
I think the point I am trying to make here, albeit in a rather rambling fashion, is that he was always her favoured child. No matter what his transgressions, which have been many, she has always made excuses for his behaviour. This has been infuriating in the past. For example, when my dad was alive she said that her son didn't visit her because 'his dad didn't like him'. After my dad died the reason he didn't visit was because myself and my sister didn't like him. At this point she was in an EMI home and our relationship with him was irrelevant because the chances are that if he visited we would not be there anyway.
The sad thing about this is that her youngest great grandson was in the 'royal party' today. He was born not long before my mum's birthday in July 2005. My niece sent my mum a card sayng that she would bring the new baby and his older brother to visit her 'soon'. The baby must now be about 20 months old and this is the first time my mum has seen him. 20 months is a long time in the life of an 86 year old with dementia. I am sure that 20 months ago she may have had some idea of who this child was and took pleasure from meeting him. Today it was probably meaningless.
Sorry for the rant. Just needed to offload.
Brenda
My mother's dementia is now so advanced that I knew she would not be able to relay any details of this visit. When I visited tonight I asked one of the nurses, who mentioned the visit, whether she thought my mum had recognised her son. I was quite shocked when she said that she thought my mum had recognised him, given the fact that my mum hadn't recognised him at my dad's funeral over 2 years ago, when her condition was not as advanced. However, it seemed that the nurse assumed she recognised him because she smiled and said 'hello' when he walked in. To my mind that doesn't mean that she did recognise him, although I don't suppose I will ever know.
She was very agitated and tearful tonight, which may well be coincidence, but again I can never know for sure. The thing that shocked me was when she suddenly, out of the blue and totally unprompted, said her son's name. My sister was there and I asked her whether she had heard what I had heard, and she agreed that that was what it sounded like. It's been weeks, if not months, since she said the name of any other members of the family, even mine and my sister's and we are her most frequent visitors.
I was hurt as well as shocked by her saying his name. Irrational I know, and maybe a little mean minded. I should have been glad that enough of her still survived to be able to recognise someone and say their name hours after they had visited her.
I think the point I am trying to make here, albeit in a rather rambling fashion, is that he was always her favoured child. No matter what his transgressions, which have been many, she has always made excuses for his behaviour. This has been infuriating in the past. For example, when my dad was alive she said that her son didn't visit her because 'his dad didn't like him'. After my dad died the reason he didn't visit was because myself and my sister didn't like him. At this point she was in an EMI home and our relationship with him was irrelevant because the chances are that if he visited we would not be there anyway.
The sad thing about this is that her youngest great grandson was in the 'royal party' today. He was born not long before my mum's birthday in July 2005. My niece sent my mum a card sayng that she would bring the new baby and his older brother to visit her 'soon'. The baby must now be about 20 months old and this is the first time my mum has seen him. 20 months is a long time in the life of an 86 year old with dementia. I am sure that 20 months ago she may have had some idea of who this child was and took pleasure from meeting him. Today it was probably meaningless.
Sorry for the rant. Just needed to offload.
Brenda
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