Archive | May 2018

Trouble with Names

I spent a couple of hours with my mom this afternoon. When I arrived, I found her slouched down in her recliner, knees tucked up, reading a book. It’s the first time I’ve seen her even pick up a book in months. The last time I visited, I cleared a tottering pile of books and magazines off the little folding table next to her chair; taking the books back to the bookcase in her bedroom and discarding the old magazines. I’m glad now that I left her a couple of books by her chair, as it was one of those she was reading.

She asked how I’ve been, so I talked about my new job… and then I switched to sharing family news. I mentioned that Sarah is in Colorado this weekend because Ashley graduated from high school on Saturday, pulling out my phone to find an Instagram photo of Ashley in her white cap and gown with her older brother Josh. Mom looked at the photo blankly. “Who are they?” I explained that these are two of her grandchildren, and Mom shook her head. “I haven’t seen them for so long,” she said. I declined to mention that she saw Ashley just three weeks ago. With her memory, even yesterday can be long forgotten.

What took me by surprise was her reaction to Sarah’s name: “And Sarah is who, again?” She’s seen a lot of Sarah the last couple of years and always lights up when her oldest granddaughter comes to visit or joins us at church. I gently reminded her that Sarah is her oldest granddaughter, the one who goes to church with us sometimes. Mom nodded. “I’m having trouble with names lately,” she said. I squeezed her hand. That’s OK. It happens.

She’s also apparently having trouble sleeping. One of her caregivers told me that last night Mom sat up around 11:00 p.m. and rang the bell by her bedside, saying she couldn’t sleep and wanted to get up and read. So they brought her out to her recliner and she sat up and read until 6:30 this morning! Then they gave her breakfast and she finally went back to bed and slept until 11:00 a.m.  I asked Mom if she’s been having trouble sleeping and she said yes, just lately. “There was one time when I didn’t sleep for 30 hours!” she told me. “I was up all day and all night and half the next day before I finally fell asleep.”

I don’t know if the 30 hours part is true — that’s the kind of thing I would expect the owner of the care home to notify me about — but I’m going to call her primary care doctor tomorrow and see what he suggests. I’m hoping there’s something over the counter that she can take safely for occasional sleeplessness, because it will be July before I can get her in to his office.

As for the names thing… I’m just thankful she still recognizes people when she sees them in person, whether she knows their names or not.

 

 

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Mother’s Day 2018

We had our Mother’s Day brunch last Sunday, which was also an early birthday celebration for Mom AND a celebration of my niece Sarah’s college graduation, which had happened the evening before. My sister and younger niece (Sarah’s mom and sister) were here for the graduation, and of course they wanted to see Mom while they were in town. So we had a lovely girl’s brunch at a favorite restaurant, and it was really special. An added bonus of not doing it on an actual holiday was that the restaurant wasn’t crowded and we were able to linger over our French toast and conversation.

Family Brunch 05.08.2018

Three generations of strong women

I shared a nice, low-key Mother’s Day with Mom today. I took her to church as usual, bringing her back to the care home for lunch, and then I came back IMG_1270a couple of hours later with a bouquet of roses and a card. The owner of the care home always makes a fuss over holidays, and the dining room was festooned with “Happy Mother’s Day!” balloons. Mom’s roses joined two bouquets already in the center of the table.

Once she’d opened her card, I suggested we play Scrabble, which is always a fun way to pass an hour or two together — and it makes conversation easier. The staff helped us get set up at one end of the dining table, and we were almost finished with our first game when the owner came in, bearing an elaborately decorated chocolate cake from Porto’s bakery. Since I was there, she insisted on cutting me a generous slice, despite my protestations that I’m avoiding gluten. (Mom got most of my cake as well as her own, but she can use the extra calories these days.) We played two games; I won the first and she won the second, both with very close scores. It was a nice afternoon.

As I was leaving, I hugged Mom and told her I was glad we could spend Mother’s Day together. She replied, “Spending it with you is the whole point. You’re the one who made me a mother.” Every year when this day rolls around, I wonder if this is the last one I’ll get to spend with Mom. I’m grateful for another Mother’s Day together.

Mother's Day 2018 Selfie

Obligatory Mom’s Day selfie