I need to learn when to give up

Just minutes after my last post-

I have the smartest, sweetest little boy! Somehow that makes everything seem better :)
He just handed me a dollar and then pointed and said "George Washington, Mommy"
I showed him a one dollar bill once the other day and told him that was George Washington. It's amazing how fast he picks things up! He also will tell you our whole address if you ask him where he lives. I know I'm a bit biast maybe, but do other 2 year olds know those things?

Another note-
Aaron and I will be in Arlington this weekend visiting with my mother-in-law and brother-in-law while he is in town. Ben leaves for Iraq in a few weeks again. Please pray for our holiday together with Adam's family. Adam is bringing his girlfriend there too. Not really looking forward to spending all day with them both. I have other comments and thoughts on that subject, but I should not share publicly (even though I would speak individually with someone if asked). I'm trying! It's hard to keep my mouth shut, but I am trying! Anyway, I hope it's not too awkward. I enjoy spending time with my mother and brother-in-laws, and I want Aaron to be able to see them just as he does mine.

I really want to talk about some things and why I wrote my last post. I just don't think it's the right time yet.

I should have trusted my first instincts.

Aaron's surgery

Aaron went in for his surgery this morning bright and early (well, it was still dark outside when we got there). They started about 8:15. I think they finished in the OR at 9:20. It took him about 15 minutes to come out of the anestesia. When he did, he was waling! It wasn't his normal cry- it was like he was trying to cry and scream, but his voice wasn't working the same, so it was a deep broken cry. Very pitiful. The surgeon said everything went as planned in the OR. They put in the new tubes and removed his adnoids (his tonsils looked good, so they didn't remove those). As soon as it was over and he was awake his asthma started to act up pretty bad. They rushed in and put him on oxygen for about 10-15 minutes. Then he had to do a breathing treatment after that. The dr was afraid to take his IV out too soon, so Aaron had to keep it in for the next few hours. HE did NOT like it! As long as I kept it covered up with a blanket, he was fine. If he saw it, then he would start shaking and screaming. His heart rate kept getting extremely high, which was scary. We finally figured out that he was fine. It only would go up when the dr and nurses would come into the room. He was scared they would do something to him I guess. Once that was under control I could breathe again. We stayed 6 hours in all at the hospital. It was awful! I hope that this all helps him be a healthy little boy!! Nothing makes me feel worse as a mom than watching Aaron be sick all the time and not be able to 'fix it'. He's had a hard little life for someone so young :( When we got home Aaron started to look for his little puppy dog. Which we left at the Hospital! He cried and cried. He pulled everything out of his bad while calling out "doggie! doggie! where'd you go doggie?". Nobody could get up there to get it today, so I called and asked that they hold it for me to pick up tomorrow. The nurse who answered the phone said she had it in her lap. Her name was Carmen, and she told me she lived right by our street and wanted to bring it to us when she got off of work. She lives 2 houses down from us. She is one of the sweetest women! I was so thankful to have Aaron's little dog back before bedtime!! I'm going to think of something nice to do for her soon. Thanks to all of you who were praying for him today! We still have 3 weeks ahead of trying to get him to take it easy and not play outside. That will be really tough, but the hardest part is behind us now.