Friday, 4 October 2013
I went to Miss KT's yesterday morning to pick up coats that she had destroyed. Two staff were there but not her regular staff yet. When I walked in I could smell poop and when I asked the ladies, they said Katie was up but still in her room.
I went up to her room and said good morning. I took her to the bathroom to clean her up; she still likes to poop in her diaper. As I cleaned her up, she asked for a bath. I had time, didn't have to start work for over an hour so I ran a bath for her and gave her a bath.
I can't believe how much I enjoyed bathing my daughter. I washed her hair, washed her body, checked to see if she was too thin or just regular thin and sang her songs. She's not too thin, just regular thin. Her favorite song is Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer but she also likes the Wheels on the Bus and O Canada. I dried her off and helped her get dressed. I remembered to give her two choices and made her choose. She ended up with orange jeans, a turquoise t-shirt and a red sweatshirt.
We went back downstairs and I brushed her hair out and gave her morning pills to her. Then when it was time for me to leave, I strapped her into her wheelchair, to keep the two ladies safe. Just as I was ready to leave, her regular caregiver, Joseph, came in.
It was such a simply thing, bathing KT but I felt reconnected to her. She hasn't lived with me in almost four years and there are things I miss. I don't feel like her mum sometimes but rather an administrator. She's still my baby girl, even at twenty-one.
When her and her roommate were evicted in June they ended up moving much closer to my hospital. I see her more often now, can just pop in before or after work without having to drive across the city. I think I'll make an effort to stop by and give her a bath when I work the late shift. I need to touch people for them to be real to me. I spent sixteen years bathing, dressing and feeding KT, it's part of how we connect to each other. I want that back.