A bag of chips

Well we have made it through Caleb's first surgery. It has been rough. I cannot imagine the pain he is in! Both sides of his mouth cut and raw, plus 50 stitches in the roof of his mouth. He was totally freaking out by the time I got to him in recovery. I didn't expect it to be quite so bloody, it wasn't tons, but enough. I'm sure the nurses hope I would calm him down. Its obvious that he is adopted but they didn't know I had only been his mommy for 8 weeks. He finally fell asleep on my chest while we waited a few hours for a room. It felt like having a newborn as I didn't get much sleep. But there was lots of good bonding as I held and rocked him a lot. He had to spend 2 nights in the hospital mostly for pain control and he had to be able to drink a certain amount on his own.
Being home now a couple of days it is still a bit rough. He must hurt mor ewhen he lays down as he wakes often from his nap and at night. He is not eating much and drinking a little. But he is playing and getting back to "normmal" a little bit. His dad and brother and sister are gone this weekend and although it makes for a quieter house, I'm sure he misses them. But God knew this was best, but I could have used my husband last night as he would not go to sleep and I was done! Remember I'm the one who had been in the hospital with him! But today is better.
Ok, so for the bag of chips...While Caleb was in recovery Rod and I went to the cafeteria to get something to eat. We got a sandwich and chips, Stacy's pita chips, and I got a bag of cinnamon and sugar chips for a snack later. Later on that afternoon as Caleb lay asleep on my chest, Rod had just left and we were still waiting for a room, I ate my chips. I finished and set the bag down. The date caught my eye, Sep. 20 2011. Well Sep. 20th 2010 was the day we were matched with Caleb. So even though it was just a bag of chips, it was so surreal to think back to a year ago, this journey we have been on and to now have my son asleep on my chest, who just had a desperately needed surgery. WOW! I couldn't help but wonder what his life would have been like. Not that we are some kind of heros or anything. Just trying to be good parents, raise Godly, God-fearing children, and follow after God's heart. Yes, he was an orphan, yes we did "rescue" him. But all this is to bring God glory. God has a purpose for this little boy, even his special need, even in his abandonment, to bring Him glory. God purposed all of it!