A mere day after Asher's birthday, he starts wheezing. Asthma is always worse at night. And it's the worst between the hours of 1 and 3 AM, when you're least likely to head to the emergency room.
So last night, poor Asher is coughing like crazy and there we are with the nebulizer machine, giving the poor kid breathing treatments. And he's complaining of a sore throat, so we're giving him cough medicine (allergen-free cough medicine, of course). Meanwhile, nothing's helping and he's absolutely completely miserable. Needless to say, none of us got any sleep last night.
Now we have a prescription for a year for Pulmicort Respules (I just love that name) in addition to the albuterol treatments, just in case this happens again. Phew!
Good thing we haven't begun a new food trial in awhile.
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