I woke her easily. There was no need to coax her out of bed or bribe her with the promise of a walk or a treat. She's a fairly independent client. But the love and attention I can give her in the mornings is what she really benefits from.
She's a middle aged woman but her mental age is 4. And she acts like she's four. But I wake her three days a week at the crack of dawn to bathe her and dress her for her work day.
This morning she sat up and said "Jessie I had a good sleep!" She smiled and giggled. I asked her why her sleep was so great, and she said, "You were in my dream." I was taken aback. Wait a second, I was in her dream? I asked her about what we did, thinking that she'd dreamt of me as some evil warden. I was wrong.
She dreamt of us singing and dancing. We ran in a race that everyone won and planted a vegetable garden. She mentioned tomatoes, carrots, and cucumbers specifically. We played patty cake, and she introduced me to all her friends. Then she told me, " I like when I dream about you."
She laughed some more and I laughed with her asking her why she was laughing. Then she said, "I'm just so happy. I get to see you."
Heart. Melted.
And this is why I'm a nurse.
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