Today marks the end of the first week that my mother has been in the Nursing Home. I just cannot begin to comprehend how much has happened since she moved in on Monday.
We've had visits where she was mostly asleep between short, lively conversations, visits where she was downstairs in her wheelchair meeting other residents, visits where she was tired but conversational.
Considering how little she eats - a few teaspoons of something every so often - I am surprised she has any energy for anything at all. Everything, even water, has to be thickened, as the danger of food or liquid going into her lungs is very real. We are hoping that when she can be re-assessed later in this coming week, she will be allowed less thickener in her drinks - that would make a huge difference.
I guess what I am leading up to is saying that when we came home after today's visit none of us - my mother, father, me or BB felt as cheerful as before.
So, not every day can be bright and shiny, especially at this time of the year.
Let's remember the good bits - her comparing my bling "diamond" ear-rings with the Audrey Hepburn poster she has in her room.
Remembering and chatting about a holiday in Tenerife with my father.
Discussing her ideas for how some relatives should go about doing up their large country house
Suggesting that we all go to the Mauritshuis in The Hague to see "The Girl with a Pearl Ear-ring" as she wanted to get some sleep now.
We didn't go and see the picture - it's further away than she thinks. But we did leave her to get some sleep.
Tomorrow is another day (her favourite quote from "Gone with the Wind)