(((((((((((((((Jess)))))))))))))))),
Bless your heart! I know just what you're enduring and I'll say again, you've done the right thing in placing your mother where she can get meds to help her rest and relax, to be calm and to enjoy her life to some extent. You've done the right thing.
When I was enduring what you are, I was in VA and my DH and sons were in TX. I'd arranged a month away from my job to be with Mom in January - thinking she was 85 and I could help her during the winter weather. I had no clue that when she was at my home for Christmas that things would be so bizarre and that 3 days into my visit to her home, I'd be fighting her at 11pm so she couldn't get the car keys and go out the door with 8" of snow on the ground. She didn't know me. She didn't understand that a black sky meant night (how do you forget THAT???) and she didn't believe me when I told her it was 11pm and showed her a clock. I finally got the keys and got her into bed, but she was so angry that she slept in her clothes. It was awful. I have never cried so much. The next morning, I called cousins and Mom's sister and said I was moving her to an assisted living facility before I went back to TX. All were upset, but they could tell how upset I was and didn't argue. 2 weeks later, my cousins and I moved Mom into the chosen ALF. She cried. I cried. I worked off my guilt stenciling around her LR, DR, bedroom and kitchen backsplash. I hadn't heard of NO guilt then. I also slept on her couch for her 1st two nights there. My DH was so concerned about me that he flew his mother to TX to care for the kids and he flew to VA to be with me.
7 months later, I, too, was asked to stay away for a week as Mom adjusted to a locked unit after she wandered away from the ALF where she'd lived for just 7 months. In that time, she'd benefitted greatly from an anti-depressant pill daily and a sleeping pill each bedtime. Staying away wasn't easy and I did call daily to check on Mom. When I visited again, Mom was glad to see me although she'd forgotten me as her daughter months before. She was calm, happy, and in no way aggitated. She enjoyed the simple activities that took place each afternoon.
Jess, you simply cannot care for your mother as she needs care 24/7 now. You cannot have the needed medicines at hand in your home. Your mother will not cooperate with you as she will with medical staff because that's just the way it is - whether she still remembers you or not. Sad, but true.
My sweet little mother would have been horrified and heartbroken if she'd known how she was behaving. My beloved mother was already gone and nothing I could do, say, pray, wish, or hope could bring her back. Someone who was worried her own mother wouldn't know where she was had taken her place.
Jess, there's only one thing worse than losing a parent to Alzheimers and that is to lose yourself, too. Your mother would not want you to ruin your health, to endanger your marriage, to frighten and worry your children, and to disrupt every aspect of your life and home in order to care for her. You know that, even if she didn't have a chance to tell you.
Forgive yourself that you aren't Superwoman and cannot cure Alzheimers. Welcome to the club. I couldn't do it. Martha couldn't, Sally couldn't and the list goes on. All you can do is what you already did. You did well. It's the turn of the experts now.
When your mother has settled down, go visit her. Take lotion to rub on her hands and talk to her about the events in the family and about town. She'll enjoy that. Keep your visit brief and upbeat. Have kleenex in your pocket and in the car for the tears that may go home with you.
Your mother is where she can get the best care from a staff that goes home after 8 hours and a rested staff comes to work. Please let her stay there. As one only child and responsible daughter to another, I give you permission. It's okay. It's not what you'd choose, but it's the best of all of the choices. Live your life, too.
Sorry that this is a book, but I hope you've heard me. I care about you.
Blessings - Barbara