Lara, I took care of my mother and my aunt for several years.
We moved them in with us in our home.
My mom was blind, had a 5 way by pass, a stroke and alzheimers and in diapers.
Her sister, my aunt, had a 5 way by pass, a broken hip, and also alzheimers and in diapers.
They were always crying or screaming and throwing things at me sometimes, slapping mem hitting me. One time my aunt actually grabbed me like to strangle me and hit me with her fist giving me a black eye. I was always bruised up from them. When mom was mobile she about set the house on fire and also wandered off into the road, was always falling down, I needed eyes in the back of my head. To me this was only a drop in the bucket compaired to a lifetime of them raising me so I didn't think about a nursing home early on in the game.
I really had four babies. I did have help when Hus got home from work and they would continue to scream in the night so nobody slept.
Yes it eventually occured to me they could have gone to a nursing home but I really wanted them with me so I toughed it out. Lifting them in and out of the shower daily so they would be nice and clean all the time was not so bad as long as they weren't fighting me.
Yes I stayed exhausted and I am not a Saint, nor am I made of steel, and there were times when I I wanted time for just me and my babies but I still couldn't go the nursing home route. We got a lot of supplies from the hospital supply store and their insurance paid for it and Home Health Nurses came often. We also got rails for their beds, wheelchairs, walkers, you name it and that made things easier. I used aprons for bibs and they wore sweat suits as they were always so cold and booties for their feet. The good part was when we would do beauty shop and I did their hair up really pretty and did make up on them, they always loved that part though. The priest came to the house every Sunday after Mass and did prayers with them. And music, they loved music videos, the Sound of Music was their favorite. They didn't really have a clue but the music calmed them.
My Aunt died first and then towards the end mom was hospitalized and the doctor insisted she go into a full care nursing facility and could not come back home. She didn't even know she was there so at that time I finally agreed and I have no regrets. None. In hindsight maybe I should have quit and given up and placed her in a nursing home sooner, I don't know.
Your mother is going to lie and make stuff up and repeat the same story day in and day out, so what? Suck it up, ignore it and carry on because this is her life now as it is. Get used to it. You aren't doing anything wrong. Don't let it drive you nuts. It is what it is and it only gets worse from here on in. Hand her a magazine, read to her, give her a piece of candy, or put in a video to distract her. Bring out the make up, play with her, sing to her. Be HER mom. She's the child now. My mom used to try to call for a cab and dial the operator all the time wanting to book a flight to Hawaii because she insisted my dad was there.
You have to keep in mind that your mom doesn't know what she is saying half the time and doesn't mean to hurt or insult. That is the disease talking, not her. Get that. She is still your mom in there somewhere and you cannot forget that and get mad at her for something she has no control over. Get mad at the disease, not her.
Lara you do what you have to do. You draw strength from any source you need to but I promise you, there will be no regrets having spent this precious time with your mom.