'Tis the season for asthma and other fine bronchial infections.

Right now Ian is hacking in my bedroom after having a back-to-back Albuteral treatment. I've called Sean and he's packing up early from the races because, if it doesn't get better from here, it's to the ER for us. There's only one more time I can give him the Albuteral before the 4 hour minimum and I don't think he's going to make it to that.

He about broke my heart when I set up the nebulizer in my room! He was leaning up against the pillows, and as I put the mask on to the breathing tube he looked at me and said, "Mommy, is my treatment going to work this time?" I've never heard him say anything about his treatments before, or recognized anything in his behavior that indicated he was even aware his treatments were in response to anything. What a sad realization for a child!