More babies.

Just an update Mother has a new addition to her babies and it's a butterfly. She gives them lots of love and attention. We definitely get jealous. 

Here she is telling the dog she loves him/her. 

The only one missing is Max

Miracles do happen

Well, kind of. Little everyday miracles like this: 

My beautiful lady was zonked out on the couch when I got home from work so I stayed with her and Melanie in the living room watching tv. Soon a loud noise woke her up and she was babbling dream nonsense at us walked of to the cat pointed, turned around, walked herself upstairs, went to her bed, took her sandals and laid herself in bed. This may not seem like much but for us it was like we looked at each other in disbelief and thought "did that just happen?". It was amazing. Blew my mind. Maybe when she she was sleeping walking and whilst sleeping walking she is dementia free? Haha, just kidding. She's still wild but I was so proud my baby girl on this night. 

I'm alive. I really am. I made it through a terrible week. Well, it was terrible at the moment but now just another little bump in the road. It was one of those weeks where I thought that someone was play a sick joke on me, testing my patience and my sensitive soul. Though it was a very tough week there were some good moments that kept me going and half-smiling.

Saturday night we had Karen's (future sis-in-law) bachelorette party which meant that we were all going to have a night out without Mother and that the boys were going to have a sleepover with Mother. We had to be ready by 330 at the latest and it felt like it took years for us to get ready especially with the constant sound of Mother trying to rush us. Don't get ready before Mother because when she is ready to go she is ready to go! Melanie, Kendra, and I started our normal routine of getting ready which involves one person being with Mother at all time while the other two do their thing. At the same time Mother is switching which person she is with she switches which stations she is at. Melanie will shower her, Kendra will dress her and I will groom her or whichever order suits us best.

This day Mother was very antsy and it had felt like I already had a good dose of Mother this week and I was just ready to leave the house so her repetitious anxious demented ways were testing my patience. Silence is golden; it really is. To distract her I made sure to take extra long brushing her hair and pampering her. I even gave her a back rub. She really loves back rubs. Melanie and I our convinced that she takes advantage of our back rubs. But they are very therapeutic for her. Any sort of touching really. Kendra loves to hold her hand, Melanie her back, and I rub her cheek a lot. If one doesn't soothe her another usually does. Well, that a sedative and Meredith bunny. The rubbing didn't occupy her long enough. We were trying to do our finishing touches and Mother had collected 4 purses and was pacing saying, "Come on, are you ready? I'm ready. Let's gooooooooo." There was so much repetition that we took turns answering her. Several rushed minutes later we were out the door. I made sure to go upstairs and get Meredith bunny for her because I knew she'd be happy to have her for the night away from home. Of course when she saw the bunny she said, "Aw, there's my baby."

Oh Carole

Mother is on some medication to calm her down and lessen her crazies but it doesn't always work and makes Carole very thirsty. She acts like she's in the Sahara and with a sorrow dry voice she says, "Water!". Too bad she doesn't like water and by water she means Pepsi. The look of disgust she gives when she had water is priceless. The idea of us giving her water instead of Pepsi is absurd in dementia-land. We prefer to use plastic cups with lids and a straw to aid Carole and prevent spills. While watching tv with my sweet lady I hear strange whispers coming from her, she's trying to tell me something, and I see she's wants her water. I filled her cup for her and left the room to start making lunch. I return to find drinking from the bottle while her cup sat on the table next to her

Our new baby

Mother quickly forgot about Mask but there was a void in the house. Mother would occasionally mentioned babies so Melanie and I decided that we needed a kitten (more for us). We went to the local Amish farm and caught us a kitten. Yeah, we decided which one to pick by which one we were able to catch. The kitten was a little scared and had been living in a barn so we were a little scared ourselves. We brought the black kitten home and told Mother we got her a surprise. We pulled the beauty out of the bag and Mother reached for her immediately saying, "he's mine?" She was so happy that she was in tears. It brought years to all of our lives. They pure joy that we saw was beautiful. They cat scared kitty was instantly relaxed in the arms of Mother. These pictures explain it all.

Mask

Our beautiful Mask died a few weeks ago. She was 18. Mother loved her baby. Thankfully, we weren't home when she passed. We kind of thought that she was going to kick the bucket because she was actually quite silly. She was Mother with fur!

The morning of her death she kept trying to take a shower with me (the cat was not Mother). This wouldn't of surprised me so much if it had been Mother. She seemed off. I knew her time was approaching so I took a moment and cried it out in the shower. I thought about so many things. Mother especially. I mean, me being a hot mess is one thing but hot mess Mother is another. Then I went to work for 12 hours.

Upon returning I asked Melanie how my baby was doing and she promptly said we will talk about it later. Clearly, we couldn't talk about it in front of Mother. She's already a cry baby. Just takes one thing to get her going and the water works won't stop. Well, it eventually does; thank you Ativan. Anyways, with those words I knew Mask died.

Melanie had the task of telling Mother the news and needless to say Mother was sobbing into the blanket about her baby being gone. So thankful Melanie was there because she deals with the sobbing better. When I deal with it there's about 25 % chance that I'm going to be fighting back tears. I was so worried that she was going to ask about the cat all the time but for once the dementia gods were listening. Mother really didn't ask too much about her after the first few days and now nothing.

I can't believe you did that!

Mother just woke from sleeping and she's gone coo coo! She's crying and she says Melanie stole her dinner from her and ate it. Then she started sobbing even more saying, "I can't believe you did that!" Man, this demented side of Mother is trying to find a way for us to secretly laugh. She's been on a crying spree so we will see. Some dementia days are better than others.