A Little Thing (to me, that is)

Kate was sleeping so well this morning. She didn’t want to get up, yet she did so without complaint. Showers can be confusing and challenging in new places. With that in mind, I turned on the shower for her and heated the water to the temperature I know she likes. She sometimes expresses her emotion with somewhat heavier breathing and an audible, “Oh, oh, oh, . . .” After she had been in the shower a while, that is what I heard. I immediately thought that she might be having a problem turning off the water. I was right. I turned it off. She was so relieved and thanked me. After more than five minutes. Her breathing was still not back to normal. I could still hear her “Oh, oh, ohs.” I have learned from the past to let her gradually come back to normal. She just switched to “OK, OK, OK.” I looked around, and she said, “Just talking to myself.” I said, “Sometimes that helps.” She said, “Right now it does.” And it seems to be working though it hasn’t stopped.

As a caregiver, I am quite aware of the challenges I face. I am less mindful of those Kate faces. Incidents like this remind me. It is remarkable how well she usually gets along.