This little boy gave us a scare last night

Mr. Porter Pot has a little bit of asthma.

Usually we have no problems with it.

But when P.G. gets a cold (like he has now) and goes to sleep (like he did last night) it tends to flare up.

Last night about 1 am (why does everything happen at that time?), Porter came barking in our room, gasping for breath.

OP (who is asthmatic as well) was out of bed in a flash and ran him into the bathroom. He turned on the shower as hot as it can go and held Porter while urging him to take deep breaths.

I, on the other hand, ran around like a chicken with it's head cut off.

Oh yeah, I am way awesome under pressure.

Slowly (after a blessing) Porter started taking deeper, longer breaths, Orrin stopped shaking, and I stopped running into walls. I held my baby boy and fought to keep him calm and not start crying (me, not him).

This morning he is back to terrorizing his sisters and I am back to thanking my lucky stars that he is doing better and that my hubby can keep a cool head in scary situations.

That way, I can loose my head as I see fit.