Notes To A First Time Caregiver ( Vol. 1. 2) : 911 and The Non-Emergency Call!

The first weekend my mother arrived I felt accomplished that I had ordered her some good soul food, bought her a nice blanket, and fixed the recliner chair she would sleep in until her bed arrived on Monday, as the doctor promised. Little did I know the pain, the saga, and sleepless nights ahead over that first weekend. My mother was fine sleeping in the recliner chair…except that every time she had to go to the bathroom (which was every hour the first night) I had to help her up out of the living room b/c we had a step in living room and no step up out or incline for her to walk up. So I got tough and attempted to lift and propel her forward with her limp leg,….it worked fine the first day or so then but then it was a bad move all around when she lost her confidence and fell back on me, mind you I am about 120lb and she at the time was about 280lb. I pulled myself from up under her and freaked out thinking the first time I get her she breaks some bones and yet she was fine she just rolled around trying to get up. I tried lifting her up and I tried and it was like dead weight. I didn’t know what to do so I called the fire dept to help get her up. I was mortally embarrassed by doing so thinking look at these two men having to pick up my mother off the floor, but we had to and they got her up with their tools and muscles and she was good to go, except what would happen if she fell again…

At the time I had an industrious student who I took to buy building supplies after the fall and she built a ramp in mere days that worked well for weeks, that is until my mother lost her confidence again and refused to walk up the ramp anymore. We never used it again in fact, it collects dust. I had then was forced to put her in the wheelchair and lift her 280lb self up the step in and out if and when she had to go the bathroom or sleep while in the living room. I lost sleep, my back was a mess, and I was desperate with no real clue on what to do. I just prayed everytime she had to go the bathroom that we just somehow worked it out. And we did, at least for a while forcing patience and trust with and through one another like never before.