It’s midnight and our 4 year old is asleep again, we are so happy and emotionally drained. It has happened more times than I can remember and a lot more times with my wife when I’m not here to help. It always starts with a bark style cough then the uncontrollable crying struggling to breathe, trying to keep her calm so she can get a breath in, she scratches at her throat and shakes her legs struggling for air. We use to jump straight in the car as we know the emergency room is we’re we need to be, now the doctors have given us steroids as it’s the only thing that helps her breathe. Trying to stay calm and talk her into not crying so she can get another breath, forcing steroids down her throat as we know if we don’t what will happen. The coughing and crying gets worse and we try everything to get her to breathe and we wait until the steroids kick in. Holding a puffer and spacer over her little mouth and nose while she struggles for each breath, telling her to stop crying because it takes more air away from we’re it’s needed. It takes about 20mins for the steroids to kick in, and her little body begins to relax. You can hear the air going into her lungs. She will wake up a few more times screaming and scratching not understanding why she is so uncomfortable, there is not much I can do except rub her back and tell her to sleep we love you. She will grow out of this as our first daughter did, just wish I could take it off her now. Priorities get put in perspective when you have to fight for every breath.