Thursday July 7th 2005.
I feel really bad this morning, Once I'd turned off the laptop I settled down.
At 10.30pm dad started to get a little destressed I asked what was wrong and he told me he'd messed
himself I went to fetch hubby to give me a hand at cleaning him up and by 10.50pm he was all clean and snuggled down again but once I got back into bed I kept getting woke up by his matteress inflater every minute or so and also by the lamp that was close by even though it's a touch lamp and was on it's lowest setting I tried to ignore both but by 1.20am I thought this is no good because if I'm not getting any sleep I won't be any good to anyone come tomorrow.
So I gathered up my pillow and a couple of blankets and headed for the sitting room which is just across the hallway from dad's room.
I thought if I could fall asleep on the sofa with the tv switched on that is tuned in to dad's "camera" that way if he shouted out or made any noise at all I'd hear him and also if I did wake I'd be able to just glance across and see that all was well but at least I'd be able to get some sleep.
I wish now I hadn't done that.
Everything went well upto 4.10am when I was woken by hearing talking in dad's room, Claire was there talking to him, I heard her say where's mum? Then she came to the living room, she asked me if I'd rung the bell that is beside dad's bed I told her no and explained what had happened. It turns out dad had rang it because he needed a drink because he felt very thirsty and couldn't reach the cup himself I feel bad because I wasn't there for him when he needed me and also because Claire and hubby (there's an alarm in our room also) was woken up just because he was thirsty when I should have been able to see to that without disurbing the whole household.
Anyway while we were all there we were able to move him further up the bed and make him more comfortable and as I write this at 6.30am he is fast asleep again...
There might be more later depending on what might happen today.