Progressions

We've seen them over the past few weeks. My sweet husband is slowly loosing use of his hands. He's been needing help with feeding toward the end of the meal for about a year or so. But lately, he can't hold a utensil in his hands. He's even having trouble feeding himself "finger foods".

It's been a challenge as we find our rhythm. I don't want to rush him and poke food in his mouth faster than he is comfortable with or can handle, but on the other hand, I don't want him sitting and waiting on me for another bite.

And, then there are the spills. I get food on his mouth, his face, his shirt. It's a mess.

But, as with anything, practice makes perfect.

So another progression, more adjustments, the new normal.....and we find ourselves doing what it takes to live.

He gives up more freedom, I take on more responsibility, give and take, test and trial.

I sure love him.....and I would do anything for him.