When it’s OK to Have a Caregiver Meltdown

Caregiver Meltdown


“We need to eat what’s in the freezer,” Pedro said yesterday morning when I asked him what he had planned for breakfast. “I know we have some waffles in there.”

I flung open the freezer door and started not-too-gently removing things. I stacked Ziploc bags of frozen bread, leftovers and ice on the counter and quickly made piles of things-that-were-too-far-gone-to-attempt-eating and those worth saving.

“Hey!” Pedro said.

I turned to see what caught his attention and discovered he wanted to use the microwave—which I had blocked with one of my piles. I let out a tiny huff, immediately regretted it and tried to cover it with a semi-cheerful, “Just a second, I’ll help you!”

“I’d love your help, just don’t be short with me,” Pedro answered.

I swallowed hard and mumbled some excuse/apology and continued helping him get breakfast ready and cleaning out the freezer. As soon as I finished my waffle, I rushed to the sanctuary of my office and pulled out my Bible and journal—something I should have done two hours earlier, but I’d chosen to sleep in instead.

My Bible fell open to 2 Corinthians 1—the next section in my studies—and I started to read about the comfort God offers. This triggered a full-fledged caregiver meltdown with tears and snot and no Kleenex in sight. I found a dust rag on my desk and used that instead.

It’s been a stressful year, and Pedro’s accident two weeks ago has put a spike in the wheels of my summer plans. Instead of helping our daughter and son-in-law pack and prepare to move last week, I spent four days at a hotel helping Pedro so he could attend a work conference.

Having not acted as a daily caregiver for twelve years, I have forgotten how many adjustments one must make to one’s schedule when caring for someone who needs help dressing and eating (at the conference, two out of three meals each day were served at a buffet line).

And then my website went down on Wednesday afternoon and I wasted endless hours with customer service trying to fix it—all to no avail. It took two phone calls, four live chats, eight emails, three tweets and over 36 hours to discover the problem and get it working again. Did I mention that I hate calling customer service and I’m not very tech-savvy?

It all crashed down on me Saturday morning. Caregiving is hard. Even though I write about my experiences as a caregiver—I’ve forgotten how the quotidian routines of caring for someone else can wear a person down. I also realized just how complacent and selfish I’ve become.

My frustrations stem from the changes in MY plans, MY goals and MY desires. One of the most difficult things about caregiving—whether it’s long-term or short-term—is balancing the needs of others with your own needs.

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After a good cry, time writing in my prayer journal and a few deep breaths, I rejoined Pedro and Troy (we’re hosting a student for the week who is working on campus this summer) and started packing stuff for our picnic lunch.

After a two-hour drive with a stop for a picnic in a little park, we ended up in a quaint little community in the White Mountains. We found a trail that followed a creek up the canyon. Troy carried lawn chairs about a half-mile up the creek away from the noisy picnickers at the trailhead, and I continued up the trail alone after he and Pedro found a spot in the shade to enjoy the gurgles of the stream.

My earlier grumpy, selfish mood struggled to strangle my hike, and I realized I hadn’t spent any time in the last week writing in my gratitude journal. And so I thanked God for the robin and the gurgling stream and the beautiful wildflowers. I stopped and smelled the wild roses and watched the bees and the tiny white flowers growing out of a submerged bed of moss in the stream.

By the time I hiked back to Pedro and Troy, I had discovered another reason for my grumpiness—I am secretly worried about the minor surgery I have to undergo on Monday. I don’t want to go without food and water from midnight Sunday to after the procedure on Monday. I’ve never had general anesthesia, so that whole thing niggles at my comfort, too.

Instead of talking honestly about my fears with Pedro (or anyone else)—I brush them off. I felt relief at realizing another source for my sour mood, but I confess to feeling a little out-of-sorts because I hadn’t found any new birds (which had been the whole point of the expedition in the first place). The things I’d learned about myself were more important than adding another bird to my life list.

blogphotos-8On our way home, we stopped at a lake and discovered five Great Blue Heron nests—complete with squawking youngsters. A beautiful yellow butterfly obligingly flitted from wild iris to wild iris, giving me plenty of time to take photos. A little bunny consented to an impromptu photo shoot, and I discovered a rookery of Double-crested Cormorants. I also discovered that both the cormorant and heron chicks submerge their heads in their parents’ throats to get their food.Double-crested Cormorant Chick

And maybe that’s my problem right there. Once again, I tried to do things on my own strength—to be the one who can handle everything, take care of everyone, and arrange things to my own specifications all the while putting on a façade of ‘super caregiver’ and stalwart surgery candidate. But that attitude leaves me with little comfort.

If I want the comfort that God offers, I need to willingly submerge myself in the one who offers me strength to endure.

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When the cormorant chick receives its food, it buries its head inside the parent’s neck—blind to the world around it and depending on the parent’s vision for protection. I need to blind myself to worries of the world and bury myself in the nourishing words and promises of the Bible.

And so I’ll be honest with you, friends. I’m worried about my surgery and I’d love to have you lift me up in prayer. I’m not a super caregiver, and I never want any of you to think I have it all together—I don’t. All I know is the One who can keep me together and nourish my deepest needs.

How can I help you? I need a way to pass the hours between waking up tomorrow and going under—I figure that’s a great time to concentrate on praying for other people and not dwelling on my own discomforts!

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Anita currently teaches English to 7th-12th graders. She describes herself as a ‘recovering cancer caregiver’ who gives thanks daily that her husband has been cancer-free for ten years.

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  • Donne

    My dear sister,
    If it is any consolation at all, both Vickie and I have been under general anesthesia with no ill side effects. I have also had the same procedure done – again with no side effects except feeling better after the healing process is complete.

    Please do take care to give yourself time to heal! I was up and raring to go one week later, but by the time I’d driven to work and sat at my desk for an hour, I had to go home for another week. Granted, that was my 3rd procedure in 18 months, but the important thing was that it does take time to recuperate. 🙂

    If you need distraction, please keep the boys in your prayers – especially the younger ones – as they deal with life issues.

    • Whew! What a relief to know I have good genes as far as anesthesia goes! I’ll try to take it easy. It’s not easy for me, though–I think I got that from Dad ;). I’ll definitely keep your boys in my prayers tomorrow. Life issues are just plain hard some times.

  • First, general anesthesia is no problem. I had to administer it to myself once…with a rock. Ouch.

    Second, prayers would sure be appreciated. I’ve taken a downhill slalom, more than a turn…and one of our geriatric Pits, Tammy, is dying. She’s truly ancient, and had a fun life. She’s passing quietly, surrounded by her friends, and she’s breaking my heart.

    Prayers are with you- God bless!
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    • I’m glad I won’t have to administer the anesthesia myself, and that (hopefully) no one will use a rock ;). You always make me smile, Andrew. I’ll be lifting you, your wife and your sweet family member Tammy up in prayer tomorrow!

  • I’ll be praying for you all day tomorrow! This post really reached out to me today. I need to stick my worries in the Caregiver’s neck (hands?). 🙂
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    • ;)! I know what you mean–neck, hands, whatever the case, submerge yourself! I’ll be praying for you, too, that the unpacking goes smoothly!

  • Dear Anita, I don’t like medications let alone anesthesia. But I pray for you that all goes well today.
    How much stress you go through, I believe God will strengthen you all the way. I love the quote, when we submerge ourselves in God’s Words we receive His comfort”.
    Many Blessings to you
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  • Praying for you today, Anita. Even a caregiver needs caregiving at times 🙂 Blessings! XO
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  • Oh, what a lot to carry all at once.
    Lord, bless Anita on this day with the gift of your felt presence as she anticipates and then undergoes surgery. Bless her during her recovery with good rest and a quick recovery.
    Grace and peace to you, Anita.
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  • anita, you nailed me! great post. i identified with you on way too many of the negative levels! ouch. i’ll reread later today when i can sit quietly and think. this morning is not going to be the time. thanks girl. i’ll be praying for you today as you have your surgery…and recover over the summer. blessings.
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  • You are my inspiration, Anita. Probably because you haven’t gotten it together like me and confess to fears of the unknown. I loved your post and gorgeous pics and wonderful vulnerability and love for God! You would be a great one to ask to pray for my husband, Tom, who suffers with the disorder, ADD. And for me too to stay soft (like you) realizing I need more of Jesus and the Word. You really minister to me.

    I am praying for your surgery and healing. God bless you!
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  • Dear Anita …. I hope that by the time you read this, your surgery will be done, you’ll find that anesthesia was a God-send {literally!}, and that the whole experience was alot less painful than those ‘two phone calls, four live chats, eight emails, three tweets’!

    Hugs for you right about now, friend. A prayer, too.
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  • This story hits home with me, and I’m not even a caregiver at the moment. It just reminds me that every day I have a caregiver to my husband’s heart, and after a not-so-great morning, I need to release my sense of offendedness and just plain out forgive instead. Him and me.

    Praying for you to have a successful surgery, Anita.
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    • What a beautiful way to put it, Lisa! ‘caregiver to my husband’s heart.’ I need to remember this term when I’m feeling cranky and out of sorts. It’s funny how we never intentionally ‘step all over our spouse’s air hose’ (a term from the Love and Respect book), but sometimes it’s so hard to step off and ask forgiveness.
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  • I really hope everything went well yesterday. I apologize for being a day behind on all of this (My post I’m going to link sort of explains why), because I wasn’t able to pray for you then. However, I know recovery sometimes takes time so I will pray now. Bless you and may God be with you.

    If you’re still praying for others, please pray that life can normalize! We just moved from CO to MN and things feel upside down and scary. Thank you!

  • I hope all went well. I saw your post on Facebook and was praying. These photos are amazing as always and the message here is so vital. I relate as a special needs mom and I was giving a similar pep talk to a special needs mom just the other day. You are not alone!
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