Yesterday, my sister visited our mom; it made a difference in Ma's happiness.
Arriving at 6:30 PM to help get mom ready for bed, walk with her and give her a little bit of a homeopathic remedy that helps her sleep, I noticed a different mom.
She was calm.
She ate her dinner.
Her cognition was clear and she was able to talk to me.
I brought a new treat stash for my mom and her friends that brought a big smile to my friend Ruthie's face. Mom enjoyed the zucchini fritters that I had made special for her. "Oh, can I have one?" She asked as I opened the container to show her the contents.
Bob was alert too. He didn't want any treats, he ate his dinner and was talking up a storm. Mom and Bob were on the move, ready to get somewhere. My left hand held Bob's hand and my right hand held my mom's hand as we walked down the hall of the nursing home.
Bob was talking on and on, not making much sense except for every so often I'd understand a name so I'd ask a generic question. Generic questions are how I converse with Bob and my mom; they work to keep them calm.
Mom had a good day yesterday.
My resident friends told me that my sister visited. Bob commented how we look alike. Ruthie told me that my sister's voice fooled her because when she heard it, she started to look for me. Mom, she was at peace, she saw one of her children that wasn't me.
Thank you for visiting, it made a difference.