I have a sick boy

We knew Henry had caught the cold that Patrick and I had, but it didn't seem bad until Saturday night. His pediatrician's office has an urgent call line and a nurse from children's hospital calls you back within two hours (when they are closed). His cough got wet and his breathing was occasionally crackly. The nurse told us to steam up the bathroom and sit with him in there for 30 min and to get a humidifier. We did both and today he almost sounded worse. So I called the doctors office as soon as they opened and got an appt for 3. He has bronchiolitis (which in adults is a cold, but with babies, the bronchial tube is so small when it gets infected and swells, it's hard for them to breathe) and because he has that he got an ear infection. They ended up giving him two breathing treatments at the office and sending the breathing treatment apparatus hom with us to do treatments every four hours (when he's awake). He HATES it! He literally screams himself to sleep during the treatments. They make the masks in fun animal faces, but he's too little to care. What makes me hurt for him the most is that he keeps smiling even when he sounds like an old-timey radio. We go back on Wednesday to see if he's better.

Here's a picture of my little man after he fell asleep during the second treatment.