Breathing issues scare me. And my poor Reece has asthma. So far we've always been able to prevent an asthma attack. But last night he woke up having one at about 1a.m. I am so incredibly grateful that he got pnemonia last year. I know that sounds horrible. But it was a blessing in disguise. We were able to find out through that experience that he has asthma and were given a breathing treatment machine, named "Froggy" and plenty of medicine to see us through this. So instead of another traumatic ER visit, I was able to cuddle with him in bed, hooked up to Froggy, and give him the albuterol. Within a half hour he was back asleep and breathing so much better. Today he's a little hoarse and despite the beautiful sunny 80 degree day, we are staying inside away from allergens. I am praying he outgrows it, but so thankful for modern medicine!