My son and I had the most terrifying night of our lives last night.

My son is 4 years old and lives with me, but he has siblings he visits on the weekend and he also goes to school. Needless to say he catches everything.Yesterday morning he just had the smallest beginnings of a cough, but by last night the cough had gotten a lot worse. The cough had that typical "seal barking" quality and having had croup a lot in my childhood I knew what it was.I always check on him throughout the night, but last night I was especially paranoid and by 12am I still didn't feel great going to sleep. Then he started having a massive coughing fit.I went in to check and it got to the point where he started to struggle to breathe. Obviously I rushed him up to the hospital. My housemate drove while I sat in the back with him doing my best not to panic, but by the time we got there he was starting to pass out for a few seconds here and there.Having dealt with exactly this, but from my son's side when I was a kid I knew he'd be ok once we got there, but the panic I felt in those moments was something I never ever want to feel again.I was pretty scattered after we got there and I'm a bit embarrassed that I was so all over the place. Normally in an emergency I can keep a pretty level head, but even today when it's business as usuall I'm still really shook up.Absolutely the most terrifiying event to date for both of us, but we have a course of treatment and plans to head it off in the future, because if my childhood is any indicator, this will happen again. It happened to me probably 4 or 5 times as a child myself. I'm sure it was just as bad for my folks when this happened.All is well now, but that is something I hope to never ever repeat. via /r/Parenting https://ift.tt/2Urcy7S