We had a terrible night.
A few of the falls were definitely seizures.
The others were him being disoriented in his own home.
I am so exhausted.
He is so bruised.
Yesterday, in the few moments before his meds kicked in, he looked me straight in the face and said, “this sucks.”
There are no words to accurately depict the emotions, exhaustion, anxiety and desperation.
So sucks will do.
I feel like my girls are being punished for being kids.
I’m constantly telling them to be quiet or ushering them off to another room to play quietly by themselves.
I am not able to mother them right now, and that breaks my heart.
I cannot handle mothering them when I am constantly hovering & mothering my husband.
I certainly hope today is a better day.
It hasn’t started off well, with Chad falling several times since midnight.
But there is always hope.