I am the primary caregiver for my 85 year old mom who has dementia. We are working to transition her into a nursing home full time. My bro had a meeting with the director yesterday regarding some other issues and he said the director suggested that we as a family are too high maintenance. I wasn't there for the conversation so I can't say what is perception, exaggerated, truth, etc. But it got me to thinking that I could be perceived as "high maintenance." I am used to making medical decisions for my mom as well as decisions regarding her care. I am not sure if I'm having trouble letting go of that control. I truly do feel I am trying to choose my battles but I wonder if I'm not objective about this. I ask for things in a nice way and no one ever suggests by tone of voice, facial expression, etc. that I'm a pain. If I see my mom getting confused in a way that she's been confused before when she's had a UTI I ask the doc if we can check her for it. When mom is constipated I ask doc if she can have something for it. If a piece of clothing has gone missing I see if we can locate it (usually a laundry mixup). I know people don't want others telling them how to do their job, but I also don't want to feel like I can't ever advocate for my mom, since she really can't advocate for herself. Any advice about how to build a positive relationship w/o giving up my mom's rights is appreciated.
Mom's doctor said she will write a prescription for her when she moves to a facility. In the meantime I make up the pill box and she takes it with her morning meds.
I too, would like to thank everyone so much for their help and experience, I received such great support and new insight in this journey. I am grateful to say, we are having a happy outcome, at least at this time, where at one point I truly wanted to run as fast as I could to anywhere but where I and my mother we were!
One of the cures for me was to get more help and find a piece of me once again and take the time to exercise! So important, it is my time!
Oneheart!
A few lessons I've learned:
1) Pick your battles. Not every little imperfection needs our intervention.
2) Things take time in a facility. When hospice was involved things happened much more promptly, because they have a huge red-tape cutter. But generally it takes a while for changes to be put into action and for all staff to get on board. Patience, remember, is a virtue.
3) Giving praise is a virtue, too. Give credit where it is due. When aides come in to use a Stand Assist Lift with Mom and she fusses, I tell her, "I know this is aggravating, Mom, but these young ladies went to classes to learn how to use this machine and they are good at it. They'll be very careful not to hurt you."
4) There tends to be high turnover in the staff, and even if the staff is fairly constant there are shift changes and section reassignments, etc. Introduce yourself to staff not familiar to you. And I remind even familiar ones who I am, since three of my sisters also visit a lot and it isn't fair to expect the staff to keep us all straight without a few hints.
I'm confident you'll be a good and respected advocate for your loved one. You have the right attitude!
i asked head nurse ( yes the one with the dirty knees ) yesterday if maybe edna couldnt be accomodated with a small pee leakage pad instead of a bulky adult diaper . i told nurse it was humiliating to edna and just asked her to think about my suggestion . edna tells me all of her most personal concerns so im sure ill find out if any changes are made . honestly , i saw no sign of the bulky diaper while visiting today but with edna its kinda like out of sight out of mind . she aint going to mention it if its been resolved . i think staff welcomes input if its phrased gently and in theirs and the patients interests . a content patient is definately in their best interest imo ..
Little things like that add up and build trust. It also makes it clear you care.
Find little positives and notice them. It's a lost art.
When my mother-in-law was in a nursing home for rehabilitation after a pelvic fracture, she would press her call button when she had to use the bathroom. (She had not yet been cleared to go to the bathroom alone.) She would then wait and wait and wait, until she could wait no longer. She would then have to have a bowel movement in her diaper.
I spoke to the social worker about the issue and was told that my mother-in-law was so “quiet.” My point exactly. When a “quiet” person rings the bell because she has to go—you can count on the fact that she has to go. Why should a mentally competent and continent woman have to suffer the degradation of soiling themselves? I was told she would be put on a 15-minute watch, but I replied that was hardly necessary. She just needed to be helped in a timely fashion when she pressed her call button to go to the bathroom (something she did not do often).
The need to be an advocate is not necessarily a criticism of the facility where parent is placed. It’s just that it is easy for something to slip by or for mistakes to be made, and caregivers must be on guard to prevent problems, misunderstandings, and omissions. To be an effective advocate, you need to educate yourself about different aspects of caregiving, health, care plans, and medication.
One helpful means to accomplish this is to develop a personal profile to be posted in your loved one’s room that provides information about his or her personality, preferences, and interests (and it’s a nice touch to include a picture). This gives staff more understanding of their charge as an individual and provides topics for conversation. Personal Profiles personalize the individual to staff and are also great conversation starters.
When placing your loved one in any type of living facility, get to know the staff and establish a positive relationship with them. No matter how good the facility is, there will be situations that require your advocacy. The better the relationship you have established, the better the cooperation you will (hopefully) find.
As one of the caregiver’s stated in my book: “I found that my primary role, once my father was admitted to the nursing home, was to model the behavior my mother and I expected of the staff when we were not there. By that I mean how we spoke with him, how we honored his requests and anticipated his needs, how we treated him with a great measure of kindness and love, respect and dignity. It didn’t take the staff long (all three shifts) to grow to love him and treat him as well as we did every time we were there. It also helped that we recognized the hard work the nursing staff did every minute of their shifts by taking over for them with my father or by bringing them little treats from time to time. Always, every night before we left, we thanked them for their care of him.”
Barbara M., author
What to Do about Mama?
On another note regarding the UTI's, I have discovered a supplement that has really helped my 90 year old mother with these infections. It is called D-Manoose... it works! We had her take 2 a day while on anti-biotics, dropped down to 1 a day and has not had one for 6 months, they were chronic before.
*Don't worry about what others are thinking, you can waste a lot of energy on that one!...it seems your intention is in the right place, so, no worries....
Julia
Your mother's care and comfort should always be their main concern. Please, keep doing what you're doing. You are in the right.
But reading your post, I think you probably already do that. And I have to say that phrase from the manager would leave me very stony-faced indeed.
Ok, I'll step back from my first reaction of wishing to take him or her warmly by the throat. Let's not overreact, eh. Let's assume s/he was making an aside during a jocular conversation with your brother. Oh my how they must have companionably rolled their eyes.
So. "Too high-maintenance" - for what? Too much for your mother to be admitted on a permanent basis? Too much for you to continue to be her primary Next of Kin? What exactly was that supposed to mean, what message were you supposed to take from it?
Goodness I feel cross on your behalf! Bollocks to them. Don't let this shake your confidence: continue to act as your mother's alert advocate, ensuring that you are courteous and considerate to staff at all times and that your expectations are reasonable.
That one person may have a solution that doesn't involve staff . . . they may decide not to fight that battle . . . they will have more of a tendency to look at the big picture and appreciate staff more. Maybe you have too many cooks spoiling the soup.
Mom was losing her clothes at the nursing home. What could I say to them? "Don't lose her clothes?" Should I go rummaging through their lost-and-found every week? I never said a word about it. On the dirty clothes hamper in her room, I put a sign that said, "FAMILY DOES LAUNDRY". Problem solved.
Family is not going to be able to change the big huge picture. Staff has routines and ways they do things. They may have 100 people there to take care of. They cannot POSSIBLY remember every person's idiosyncrasies and every family's preferences.
I posted a couple of signs over mom's bed - done on the computer. One of them was "Don't Believe a Word She Says" Smiley Face -- The other was "High Fall Risk". When they called me to tell me she'd fallen and cut herself (not seriously), I thanked them for calling and let it go. (She'd fallen at my house and broken her hip, for Heaven's sake; How could I be surprised?) On Nurse's Day I brought two two-pound boxes of Fannie Mae Candy ($22/pound). One for the nurse's station; one for the rehab department. I had a picture of mom as a young woman on her nightstand.
I praised staff to high heaven ALL THE TIME. "Angels Without Wings" I called them. They had a once-a-month meeting for family I always attended (alone, I'm an only). I used that time to tell staff what a good job I thought they were doing and how grateful I was for her fine care. Did I mention particular short-comings? Yes. But surrounded and cushioned well by praise. Was their care perfect? Not by a long shot. If I wanted perfect (and MY way), I'd have to take her home.
I wasn't concerned with whether or not she moved her bowels. That's their job. I never once asked a doctor to perform a test. I DID insist on talking to the doctor a few times. Mom has congestive heart failure. That requires balance of meds to salt. Sometimes I knew they had it wrong, and I would call that to their attention.
When I had minor criticisms (sooooo seldom), I did that out of earshot of others with the Managing Nurse.
I had one "run-in" with the Managing Nurse -- when I instructed them to hold her diuretics until they'd spoken with the doctor. She said they couldn't do that. Really? I said something like, "I'm telling you she doesn't get one more diuretic until you've talked with the doctor. And if he doesn't decrease her dosage, you will have him call me." He decreased her dosage AND he called me. (There was no doubt in my mind that she was severely dehydrated.) She was royally P.O.'d. So I did speak up as an advocate for mom; but only when it counted. For the most part, I let their system work as it was designed.
I visited mom every day around lunchtime. I helped other residents any chance I had. Staff actually insisted on feeding me. (God, I hated that. Ha!) And staff didn't miss that I saved them many trips for the cream they forgot to put on someone's tray, another glass of water or juice, helped them clear trays, whatever. In a small way, I was conspicuously helpful.
Leave the vinegar at home. Bring honey. ;)
I felt like I was running in circles and I was. Eventually it dawned upon me (after yet another conversation with the NH) that institutional living isn't perfect. It's not tailor made for the individual. Should it be? Sure. But it's not. It's an assembly line and my dad wasn't #1 anymore. I had more of a problem with this than he did. I had to relinquish control over to someone else or I was going to drive myself and the staff nuts.
I learned to pick my battles. I didn't want the staff to inwardly groan and roll their eyes every time I walked in. I didn't want them to take out their frustrations on my dad by not giving him the best care they could. When our loved ones go into a NH the caregiving doesn't end, it just gets different.
I had to lower my expectations. I had to realize that my dad was not going to get the same kind of care in a NH that he got when he lived with me. It just wasn't possible. And it was too much stress for me to have meetings all the time over things I objected to or things I wanted to change about my dad's care. I expected him to be fed and hydrated, I expected him to sit up everyday, I expected that there be no abuse of any kind and I expected that he wouldn't get pressure ulcers. Those were my 4 biggies. Anything else I had to learn to work around.
If the NH used the words, "high maintenance" to your brother I would cross them off the list. They shouldn't speak to him or you that way. But it wouldn't hurt to go over your expectations and see if there are some you can let go of.
You're not wrong in wanting the best care possible for your mom, neither was I when my dad went into a NH. But I had to adjust my interpretation of the word, "best".