Monday July 25, 2011 I moved Mom home with us. The place she was at was great but when her savings ran out money became an issue. I hated moving her again and had I known she would rebound the way she did after moving to Avalon maybe I would have done things differently. But like she taught us, you cannot cry over spilled milk.
So the first day I tried to move her from her bed to her wheelchair and it immediately went to slow motion as I watched her rear end go lower and lower until I knew that I did not have the strength to get her back up enough to get her bottom in the seat of the wheelchair. I thought, what the heck ... I have done this so many times at Avalon, why is it not working here. How did I get so weak or did she get so heavy? My only option now was to slowly lower her to the floor, grab a pillow for her head and then wait for Louis to get home. So I grabbed some pictures and lay on the floor with her and we sang and looked at pictures. It was actually not a bad experience after all. ; )
She has moments, but most of the time even though she has been diagnosed with Alzheimer's, she is very with it in the moment.
Tuesday I was ahead of the game ... I made sure to put the hoyer blanket in her wheelchair so that if Louis was not here I could be independent ... woo hoo! Well when it came time to put her in bed I was there, by myself (with the hoyer) and I got her into bed! I was so excited ... I will get better, it just takes time.
Then it came time to get her out of bed again and here I come with the hoyer ... but every time I start to raise her she squeals. You see she is laying too low on the hoyer blanket and I do not have the strength to pull her up. I just sat there and cried. She looked at me with the most loving eyes and patted my hand as if to say it is okay. I asked her if she thought we could do it without the hoyer and she said yes! As I reached to raise her up she sat up with so much power and energy, it was as if she was saying from here on out we are in this together and we will make it work together! I got her in the wheelchair ... just she and I working together!
The next time I go to get her out of bed though once again we end up on the floor! But this time I make a point to see what is happening before we get to the floor. She is slipping on the hardwood floors and so her feet slide out from under her. She now wears my converses, problem solved!
Wednesday was not a good day for her ... more later
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