Sarah had surgery on Tuesday to screw her hip back into place. She came home from the hospital yesterday, and I was never more glad to see someone than I was to see her back in her crib in her room. Last night we finally got her situated on her stomach (which is harder than it sounds, seeing that she's wearing a spica cast on both legs), and she settled down to sleep. I gave her her meds about 11 PM and then proceeded to fix her bag for the night (she eats by G-tube). Around 11:30 I went from the kitchen to the nursery to set her bag up. Everyone else in the house was asleep by then. I hung her bag by the crib, threaded the line through the pump, and did the rest of the setup to prepare her to be fed. I got the line connected to the G-tube, started the pump, and made sure everything was working properly. All this time Sarah is sleeping away, sucking on her pacifier. I must have stood there for 10 minutes or so just looking at her, sleeping peacefully, knowing that her wants and needs will be taken care of by two people who love and care for her. That's when reality slapped me upside the head - this is what I put up with all the daily bullshit for. Not for more money, a bigger house, or a nicer car. I put up with it to provide for her, her and the rest of my kids. It's amazing the revelations that hit you in the wee hours of the morning. I went to bed and went to sleep content with myself and the world.