It was not a good weekend. Husband has continued this downward spiral.
I always told myself that I would know when the time was right for Home Health Care. I hesitated before, because he still had some of his faculties. He could dress himself, bathe himself, take himself to the bathroom. All that ended this weekend. Since last week, I have had to dress him and assist him in going to the bathroom. That was when I introduced the adult diapers. He has worn them since without a fight.
Late Saturday night and into the wee hours of Sunday was a nightmare. He couldn't find the bathroom, his state of confusion had reached it's limit. It was a rough night.
When he woke yesterday morning, I fed him breakfast, and told him I was going to give him a haircut and bathe him. With him wearing diapers now, I want to make sure he is clean. He was confused about that, but, did not fight me on it.
Because husband can't communicate to other people much anymore, I have taught myself how to cut his hair. He no longer goes to the barber. After his breakfast, I gave him a haircut. It turned out nice and neat.
Then, it was time for his bath. He relaxed in the tub as I talked to him softly. As I poured the hot water over him, he would tell me how good that felt. I scrubbed him down. I told him I was going to do this every other day from now on because I want him to be clean.
Getting him out of the tub was difficult as his legs are so stiff. Once he was out, I powdered him down, put deodorant on him, he brushed his teeth. Got him dressed in fresh clean clothes and he laid down on the bed and promptly fell asleep for 5 hours. I let him sleep.
While he was sleeping, I knew it was time. Time for the professionals to come in and help me out. So, I will call this morning and set it all up.
Maybe once a nurse is here, I can have a little freedom. Oh, wouldn't that be nice.
I have to find me again. It's time.