"I just hope he doesn't end up like Mom."

Friday, Feb. 21, 1992

     I decided to watch a tape yesterday aft. and cleaned up in the living room some while Ez. was taking her nap. She went to bed about 8:30 last night but woke up a couple of times. The second time I got her up to rock her. She almost fell asleep once then just started fighting me. She wasn't crying so I just laid her down and when I checked on her a few minutes later she was asleep. I don't remember getting up with her overnight and I think she woke up around 7:30. I took a nap when she did this morning. This aft. I vacuumed downstairs right after lunch, except for where Ez. was sitting. I had washed the tablecloth we have under her chair but crumbs had accumulated before I got it back down. I decided to try something different. I'd been just scooting her up to the table without putting the tray on. Today I folded down that end of the table and put the tray on, scooting it up to the table. I had to scoot her back a little cause she was kicking the end piece & making it bounce & bang. She thought it was neat to have the tray there; I guess she doesn't remember it. I'm not sure if this idea is going to work. We may need to go back to our original plan of using the tray and sitting her beside me, at the corner of the table.

     She went down for her aft. nap at 3:00 & Guy got home about 3:30. She woke up not long after that. She went to bed at 8:00 and I didn't hear a peep out of her until Guy came upstairs. (He was downstairs flipping while I was watching the Olympics.) I'd gone in to check on her and put the blanket on her and Guy turned the sink on full blast. She started stirring and I came back & asked if he had to turn the water on so loud. He said he couldn't control the volume. I'm sure that's what woke her up. He got her back to sleep after a few minutes of walking her. Hopefully she'll sleep all night.

     Sue called last night to say Harold would be having surgery this morning to repair that artery. She called around 11:30 this morning to say the surgery went ok. He'll be in ICU tonight and go home in a few days. She asked if I'd call Daddy so I did. I tried to keep it short but I'm not sure how long we talked. He remembered Harold was having surgery but he didn't remember when or why, I'm afraid he's getting worse. He knows he is though. I just hope he doesn't end up like Mom.