I am still not ready to conclude that our Covid-19 pandemic is totally responsible, but Kate is clearly going through changes. As I reported yesterday, some of the changes are quite positive. She is definitely more childlike, and that is accompanied by pleasurable experiences for both of us. That is what happened yesterday morning. She was cheerful and enjoying everything to a greater extent than normal. Were I a better writer, I would have been able to more effectively convey that experience as we went through her photo books and then our old photos around the time of the birth of our first child. Both of us had a great time together.
The good news is that it didn’t end there. After her second rest of the morning, she was alert and happy. It was a little early for lunch, so I suggested that we read The Velveteen Rabbit. I wish I could give you an adequate description of her enthusiasm. She responded audibly throughout the entire book. The surprising thing to me was that her responses, although stronger than one might expect for an adult, seemed to be appropriately matched with the story. I believe she was getting the message in her own way.
The rest of the day went well although it was not nearly as uplifting as the first part. For the first time in six weeks, we got haircuts. On days when she gets color, she goes first. Then while the color sets, the stylist takes care of my shampoo and cut. Ordinarily, Kate works jigsaw puzzles on her iPad. Because she has given up her iPad in the past few weeks, I didn’t take it with us. Instead, I took one of her family photo books to look through while the stylist was taking care of me. When she finished, we both walked over to Kate’s chair. She was holding a towel in her hand and using it like a pen to write a note to someone. She didn’t want to stop to get up and have her hair rinsed. She was confused as to how to say what she wanted in her note. She asked me to help her. I picked up the towel and used it and read aloud what I was “writing.” She was pleased.
I had taken a seat a few feet away from the two of them but separated by a partition that was about 4 ½ feet high. Kate was getting along quite well with the stylist, but quite a few times she asked where I was. Each time the stylist told her, she immediately forgot and, moments later, asked again. Kate and I both wore gloves, and I wore a mask. Kate also repeatedly asked the stylist if she could take off her gloves. I was impressed with this because she had automatically taken them off at the restaurant on Sunday. I wonder if she retained some awareness that she was supposed to keep them on. I suspect it was really because she is so unsure of things that she asks about almost everything.
The day had gone very well until I took my shower. I left Kate in bed watching YouTube videos. As I got out of the shower, she opened the bathroom door. She was obviously confused. I asked what she wanted. She said she didn’t know. I told her to give me a few minutes, and I would help her. She started to leave the bedroom. I asked her to stay so that I could help her. She repeatedly asked me what she could do. I told her she could get back in bed and listen to the music on the TV and that I would be right there.
When I was finished, she was in bed but still confused. Typically, I would sit in a chair on my side of the bed and read or work on my laptop before joining her. I decided it would be better to put on a DVD of Les Miserables and get in bed with her. I thought watching together might divert her attention from her confusion. In the long run, it did. She didn’t show any signs of being disturbed, but she didn’t watch. I’m not sure how much she listened.
I turned it off less than an hour later and put on some very soft music on our audio system. I snuggled close to her and told her I loved her. She didn’t say anything, but she did put her arm across my chest. In a few minutes, she asked my name. I told her. She seemed perfectly at ease. It wasn’t long before we were asleep.