Day 13/14: Wrestlemania & Sleep Depravation

Poor Scott. Tonight has been one long wrestling match after another. We waited till 10 pm to give him any medication so that he might sleep better through the night. It took about a half hour of me wrestling him into bed and then he had a bowel movement. After that I hoped he would calm down. Eventually the medication kicked in. We both got a few hours of sleep until Scott tried to pull a Houdini on me and escape his roll belt, side pads, and railing. He managed to make it half way off the bed pulling off his oxygen tube, condom catheter and the attachment to his feeding tube. When I finally woke up to all the commotion I was worried that he might have pulled his feeding tube out of his stomach, thankfully that wasn't the case. 

Since then we have started round 2 of the wrestling match. Here is a play by play of how it goes since you can't see this great battle from the ring side.

Scott starts with the left leg and moves it over the the side padding. He then uses that left leg to pull himself closer to the edge of the bed. He is able to use the right leg more so he skillfully places that over the edge of the bed as well. He then uses his left elbow to start sitting up as much as possible. Often times he will grab at the side rails to pull himself to whatever side he prefers. (The roll belt basically wraps around his torso and ties on opposite sides of the bed. This helps keep him from sitting all the way up, or falling all the way out of bed.)

If I can catch him before both legs are over the edge of the bed I can usually lift his legs up and pull them back around into bed. Sometimes when I am sitting next to the bed he will use me as his leverage to pull himself up. I have almost ended up in the bed with him a few times. I forget how strong he is.

After this last incident they decided that he would need to have mitts put on. They basically look like small pillow boxing gloves that tie at the wrist of the hand. He hates them and it makes me feel like a terrible person for having to do this to him. I just have to remind myself that it's to keep him safe.

I don't feel like I can go to sleep because each time I do he ends up almost on the floor or ripping something off. I was joking with the nurses that this situation reminds me of a new mom and baby. You're tired and sleep deprived and want your baby to go to sleep but the moment the baby is asleep and you wake up and they aren't crying you immediately worry that something is wrong.  That is why I am sitting up writing this post at 4 am... He is finally starting to calm down enough (thanks to a recent dose of Meds) that I don't have to wrestle him, but I do need to keep my eyes on him.

Thankfully Mickey should be here soon to tag in so I can get some sleep.


Good Night or Morning to you all,

Love Ashley