A Bump in the Night


A Bump in the Night

bump in the nightI was explaining to everyone yesterday how quiet the day was. I was skeptical and wanted to see how long the calm lasted. The previous weekend left me stunned, exhausted and emotionally flat.

Well, at 2 a.m., something woke me. I ran into my mom's room and she wasn't there. She was not in bed. I did not see her or her wheelchair anywhere. I hear banging on the screened front door. I open the front door and there is Mom, on her butt on the front porch wearing nothing but a depends and a t-shirt. It was also raining.

She apparently wheeled herself off of the porch, didn't know where to go, then turned around to get back on to the porch and couldn't. She was crying, "Help, help me." So, somehow, I found the strength, got her to a stand on her one good leg. I brought the wheelchair up onto the porch and sat her in it. I wheeled her to her room and put her to bed.

Dementia really stinks. I forgot to lock the front door and did not know she could open the dog gate. A day in the life with dementia at our house.

This woman is a cast iron pot and has the nine lives of a cat. As for me, I am not so sure.

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thank you!\n


I agree with Lillie on alarms. You might also get those knob covers that you have to squeeze to turn the knob, they worked for a friend whose husband has Alzheimer's.

Lillie Fuller

you might need to get door alarms my friend! glad mom is okay. praying for you everyday!


Oh, Jenn. So much of caregiving can revolve around escape-proofing. Caring for those with dementia, caring for children, even caring for pets. When you're exhausted it can be so hard to remember every single step of the \"lockdown procedure.\" And even then, there are those \"I didn't think she knew how to do that\" revelations.