The importance of oxygen....

Since Trevor was three years old, we (or rather, HE) has struggled with asthma attacks brought on by his mold allergy and/or a respiratory "bug". We have been able to control is fairly well throughout the past year or so but our (or rather, HIS) luck recently ran out. Nearly two weeks ago he came down the same cold everyone else has gotten, but he has been fighting the asthma "thing" the entire time. I have done the normal meds that I have available to me, took him to the doc last Thursday, starting him on stronger meds on Saturday and finally ended up in ER late last night followed by an EMERGENCY visit to our family doc this morning. I haven't seen him this bad since he was in 1st grade (5 years ago) when he was hospitalized. Thankfully, we are very used to the routine so we didn't have do the hospital stay....but he did have to miss costume dress-up day and a pizza party where he was going to get awarded TOP SELLER for their 6th grade fundraiser. But he was so sick that neb treatments every 2 hours around the clock for the next 24 hrs sounded better than that....he said he will just get his award when he goes back to school.

This is the way he was this morning before going to the doctor. I just feel so incredibly helpless to just stand by and rub his back and give out hugs when he is just whispering "I JUST NEED AIR". As we were walking into the drug store for all his many meds he has to take for the next 2 weeks, he pitifully said "Mom, I really appreciate all that you are doing for me." It brought tears to my eyes.....amazing when what we "have" to do doesn't even seem so bad when it is for a child that we love beyond words......

WE ARE KEEPING OUR FINGERS CROSSED THAT HE HAS MORE "AIR" SO HE CAN PERFORM IN HIS FIRST BAND CONCERT AND PLAY HIS FIRST SOLO ON HIS TROMBONE.