ugh...

Last night i woke to the sound of ian kinda crying...kinda whining. i groggily pulled myself out of bed, thinking he had a bad dream or something, and when i opened the door, my mind was instantly alert as i heard the oh-so familiar bark (cough) followed by a very apparent gasp for air. if you have a kid with asthma, you know...and if you don't, be grateful. it is scary to hear your kid trying to breath in, and its like there's the tiniest tube he's trying to suck air out of and he can't get it. thankfully, andy had gotten up to check on us, so we both instinctly moved quick. he grabbed the nebulizer while i situated ian on the couch and turned on a movie trying to calm ian down. we got his breathing machine on him, and he slowly started taking deeper breaths....and once the treatment was done, he was laughing at the movie...all good signs. :) there's only been a couple of times that i can remember him in 'respiratory distress' like that, and having to purposefully keep my cool, so ian didn't get more upset, when in my head i was a little panicked. i really thought we'd be taking him to the hospital. once he was out of distress, i asked him about it, and he said "it was just so hard to breathe"...and my heart just jolted...

well, he's ok...the dr. said that while she thinks its related to asthma and his previous tracheomalacia (just like tysen has)...but the symptoms are also croup-like...i hate that...when the symptoms are so similar, you don't know until 3-5 days later, and well, no one else got sick, so it was an asthma attack....or, well tysen is sick, so i guess it was croup. :) anyway....i'm just grateful that we had all the medicine on hand that we needed to open his airways.... Thank you, Jesus for modern day medicine.