When ‘A’ has an asthma attack there’s a sick feeling I get in my stomach that threatens to fill me with blind panic. It doesn’t matter how many times we’ve dealt with the same symptoms, fearing for her safety and remembering how bad things can be is so debilitating, yet it’s at this stage that thinking clearly and getting her the right treatment is essential in preventing an emergency and finding ourselves back in A&E. When she was 18 months old (she's 7 now), A had a number of chest infections and as she came down with another I remember thinking that something wasn’t right. She was coughing constantly and began to sound wheezy. We gave her a couple of puffs of her blue inhaler and the wheezing settled, but later, things got much worse. She was hurling herself around her cot, her breathing sounded terrible and at that point we rushed her into A&E. I remember turning to look at her in the car and thinking that she looked grey. At the hospital it was clear something...
Life with a little one's asthma