A rough night equals a rough morning
Its been an interesting week, Matt has been in a mostly good mood, however the more he has been focusing on stuff the worse it has got.
Although I am grateful that he is awake and alive and able to talk at least a little it isnt easy to watch your child go through any of this.
A rough night equals a rough morning and sometimes a rough day. This day it was, it was the same for the morning and the rest of the day, he was unsure how to shower himself so I had to help, was unsure how to get clean clothes so I had to help, unsure how to do much of anything so I had to help with most of the day.
A rough night, a really bad seizure, a bad aftermath creates so much on his brain that he sometimes cant remember how to do much of anything which of course leaves me having to do more for him.
He hangs out with me not saying anything just sitting, just looking at me, no reading, no movies, no game, no writing, not much talking,just sitting at the end of my bed and looking at me.
I wish I could read his mind, I wish I could know what he wants from me, I wish I could understand what is going on but I cant all I can do is the best I can do, I can help him the best I can, I can help him have a shower, I can help him dress, I can help him with food, I can be kind, I can be compassionate, I can be caring, I can be here for him and I can love him unconditionally.
Yes it was a rough night and is a rough morning but it is just a moment in time.
Who knows what tomorrow will bring.
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