That was a bit scary............

We had a scary time on Monday night.  My daughter woke us up around 2 a.m. to alert us that my son was struggling to breath because he was having an asthma attack.   He couldn't even talk.  He'd woken up feeling wheezy but couldn't find his inhaler as it had dropped on the floor.  Bless, him he didn't want to wake us so he thought he could calmly breathe through the attack.  It didn't work and he panicked as he couldn't get his breath.  Luckily, that night his sister decided to sleep in his room, so he was able to alert her.  I honestly thought we were going to have to take him to hospital as we struggled to control it with his puffers but we managed to in the end but it was very scary as you feel so helpless. 

I think it didn't help that we'd been away for a week and his bedroom door had been shut to keep the cat out.

So yesterday, as a precaution, I went on a shopping spree to Dunelm (bedding and home ware store) to buy him new anti allergy/dust mite pillows and duvet too.  We also steam cleaned his bedroom - including carpet and curtains too.  He was wheezy on and off throughout the day so we took things easy. 

He had a good sleep last night and is in fact still asleep - bless him.

I've had asthma since I was 13.  Started off with one chest infection after another from around the age of 9.  But in the 70's they didn't diagnose it willy-nilly like they do nowadays (seems easier just to send you away with an inhaler), I had to have various visits to hospital and chest clinics as they thought it was more serious.

So today, we plan to go to the cinema (Don't you just love Orange Wednesday's lol).  They've not decided what they are going to see yet but I suspect it will be Toy Story 3.

I have tons of ironing to do in readiness for our return trip to the van in 10 days time.

Take care

Sue x x x