Last night was our worst of the flu yet. I woke up to Noah stirring and thought I'd just lay there and see how he was doing, I'd been asleep maybe and hour. He quick fidgeting, or so I think, and I fell back to sleep. An hour later I wake up to him making noises and decide to go check on him. He is having such a hard time breathing that he is freaking out, puking all over the place, and freaking out some more. I tried to calm him down and get him his inhaler and ibuprofen. He just kept throwing up and choking on his breaths. I ran a hot bath and had him hop in. It helped things a little with the inhaler, but not as much as I would have liked. He got out of the tub and I lathered him up with menthol, still not the desired result. I was about ready to head to the emergency room when I decided to try sitting out in the cool, really cold, night air. It is about 2 in the morning now and you could tell by the color of the sky it was going to snow at some point, perfect for a sore dry throat. I bundled him up in countless blankets and only had his head peeking out. Then I held him, like so many time when he was little, out on the porch and prayed that this would finally work. It helped a ton. After things were under control, he crawled in bed and fell asleep until 6 this morning. I gave him more medicine and would only sleep on my floor, it felt the best there to him. He only slept a few more hours and I doubt he'll take a nap today. Hopefully tonight will be better. Maybe all the fresh snow coming down that he has collected and eaten will help tonight. At least Harley is feeling better and will be back to school tomorrow.