So I stayed with Daddy last night, and he still fell out of the bed this morning. He swore he heard the doorbell, which he did not. SIGH...
Just another sign that we are doing the right thing. Scott has taken the next couple of days off work, and while I stay here with Daddy, he is going to get the room cleaned out and ready for us to move Daddy and all his stuff in there.
I have discussed the move with Daddy, and while he doesn't like it, he seems to understand that it will be easier for me, and has agreed to it.
So, while the decision has been made, the chaos of the move is just beginning. What to bring? What has to come versus what he wants to come. Luckily, he only lives 7 miles from me, so if he wants something, it won't be a big deal to come and get it. We are hoping we can have everything ready for him to move, by Sunday... otherwise Monday or Tuesday. As long as he has what he has to have, to start with, we can add to it from there.
Brandon was quite freaked out about this. But, at age 14, I expected nothing less. His big thing, is Daddy is going to "die" in our house. I guess I would have freaked out about that at his age, myself. That is hard to say, but I totally get where he is coming from. So, we are working on making him comfortable about the move... not an easy task. But, when is anything easy?
Hospice was pleased to hear he was going to have around the clock care. The nurse said, that we are not looking at a long time to deal with this, so we will make it all count. She also said, he certainly will get better care from me, than from a nursing home.
So, I feel pretty good about the decision we made, now...on to getting it accomplished with as little fuss as possible. I would also like to take this time, to thank everybody for their ongoing and continued support! It means very much to me, and I thank ya'll for it!