Scary, HAPPY, then pretty cool!

SCARY:
I got up this morning around 05:30 to go to the gym and I heard my 8 month old son struggling to breathe. I internally freaked out and calmly and purposely got ready as fast as I could and took my son to the ER. Long story short, 7 hours, 6 breathing treatments and 2 doctors later, we were released with an inhaler to only be used if needed.

HAPPY:
My son took a long nap when we got home and is currently being fed a bottle by my husband and is breathing very well. He is doing great.

PRETTY COOL:
During his nap I went to the gym and started running on the treadmill. I was listening to loud music and feeling pretty motivated. I kept thinking if my 8 month old is strong enough to breathe even though he was really struggling through all the breathing treatments, what the heck do I have to complain about. Another long story short, I ran a 5K. I was really motivated by my son. He is such a little trooper. I usually hate to run and I ran 3.2 miles!! Also, I lost 2 more pound. 81 pounds so far.

So all in all, all is well in my house hold!