hey everyone
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i didn't write about last month's visit with my mom. she was in bed, kind of out of it because she was on pills for a urinary tract infection. i fed her some grapes and saw she hadn't eaten much of her breakfast, so i fed her lunch when it came. it was pretty much a usual visit.
i went to the nh yesterday for another visit. my mom was in the dining room eating her lunch. i came in there and i said "hi!" no recognition from mom. i said, "you're my mom." she said, "i am"? i said, "yes and that's why i love you." so that brought a smile to her face. she started yelling at this man all of a sudden. i noticed that he had an unnatural stare (not under his control) and since my mom was directly across from him at the table, she was the object of his stare. my mother was really upset about his stare, she yelled, "get your eye away from me." since my mom was done eating lunch, i wheeled her out of the lunchroom, but i told the aide there not to put them directly across from each other. i hope she remembers.
so we were in my mom's room and i helped her into her bed because she looked tired. she was holding onto my arm and i was giving her kisses on her cheek. she said i was so nice to her. then she started talking to me in polish, telling me her stomach hurt, so i was trying to get some information if it hurt all the time and every day and how much it hurt, a little or a lot. so i got some answers and i didn't think it was serious at this point. i will ask her again after the next time i see her at lunchtime if her tummy hurts.
so, my mom is like a big baby. she responds to love, the most basic of all emotions. she got so relaxed when i was kissing her and she was holding me. so that is the most i can give her now, is love. i am still reconciling the fact that i am once again taking care of her and not getting anything back, but this time it is appropriate. now she cannot give back. she cannot give me anything. i have to give it to myself or get it for myself. this is perhaps the hardest lesson i have had to learn in my life...sometimes you have to give love and expect nothing in return but the peace you find in giving that love.
thank you for sharing and caring and walking with me
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jeannie
,i didn't write about last month's visit with my mom. she was in bed, kind of out of it because she was on pills for a urinary tract infection. i fed her some grapes and saw she hadn't eaten much of her breakfast, so i fed her lunch when it came. it was pretty much a usual visit.
i went to the nh yesterday for another visit. my mom was in the dining room eating her lunch. i came in there and i said "hi!" no recognition from mom. i said, "you're my mom." she said, "i am"? i said, "yes and that's why i love you." so that brought a smile to her face. she started yelling at this man all of a sudden. i noticed that he had an unnatural stare (not under his control) and since my mom was directly across from him at the table, she was the object of his stare. my mother was really upset about his stare, she yelled, "get your eye away from me." since my mom was done eating lunch, i wheeled her out of the lunchroom, but i told the aide there not to put them directly across from each other. i hope she remembers.
so we were in my mom's room and i helped her into her bed because she looked tired. she was holding onto my arm and i was giving her kisses on her cheek. she said i was so nice to her. then she started talking to me in polish, telling me her stomach hurt, so i was trying to get some information if it hurt all the time and every day and how much it hurt, a little or a lot. so i got some answers and i didn't think it was serious at this point. i will ask her again after the next time i see her at lunchtime if her tummy hurts.
so, my mom is like a big baby. she responds to love, the most basic of all emotions. she got so relaxed when i was kissing her and she was holding me. so that is the most i can give her now, is love. i am still reconciling the fact that i am once again taking care of her and not getting anything back, but this time it is appropriate. now she cannot give back. she cannot give me anything. i have to give it to myself or get it for myself. this is perhaps the hardest lesson i have had to learn in my life...sometimes you have to give love and expect nothing in return but the peace you find in giving that love.
thank you for sharing and caring and walking with me
,jeannie

. she asked about several of her childhood friends and i knew some of their names because she had talked about them a long time ago. i told her they were all okay. she asked about her mom and dad and i told her they were okay and that they had moved. i mentioned the first street my mom's family had lived, then the second and third streets just to see if they would spark a memory. i wasn't asking her questions, just having a conversation. nothing sparked a memory
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