Love, Family & Life: Does Asthma Limit the Fun You and Famiy Can Have?

Do you see your loved one wake up in the middle of the night, unable to breathe, and vomiting? Do you feel hopeless? Has your entire life changed in order to care for your loved one, or to prevent another onset?

Do you feel the things you are doing is helping? Or, do you feel helpless, and not know what else to try? If you are one of the very few who have been fortunate enough to get this horrible condition under control, would you please share what you did with the rest of us?

That's what this article is all about.

Seventeen years ago, my husband and I were so happy! We lived in a one bedroom apartment, and were expecting our first child. We knew that we would have to move to a bigger place once the baby arrived so that our child could have his own room.

Our son was born to us on June 9, 1991, the picture of health. We were two very proud doting parents, who spent as much time as we could with our new baby. Four months later, we finally moved to a much bigger apartment that had plenty of room for us, our son, and the storehouse of baby things we had to utilize for his survival.

It was astounding to see how much such a little person needed! There was something to be used when we did this with him, something to use when we did that with him, and it all took up a lot of space! So, when we moved to our new place, the extra space that came along with it was a welcome change.

This move gave us the chance to have our own room, and for our son to have his. Each day after work we did a little more until we eventually got completely settled in.

About a month after the move, our son was asleep in his room when we heard him coughing. He had never done that before, and being concerned parents, we quickly ran to his room. We gathered him in our arms, and began trying to help him.

His coughing increased, until he finally threw up. What came up were these huge chunks of curdled milk, and he hurled them up like projectiles. Nothing in the room was safe from his vomiting fits! I had never witnessed anything like this before, and really didn't' know what to do.

We stayed up the rest of the night, caring for our newborn, questioning what it could be that he had, and what we could do to bring him some comfort. Morning eventually came, and we called the pediatrician who immediately gave us an appointment to see her.

We went to the appointment, and the doctor examined our tiny son. After which, she informed us he had asthma. Asthma! How could that be! He was a perfectly healthy baby! He never had any sign of ever having asthma before! How did this happen? Of course we, as parents, blamed ourselves. We just knew that it was something we did to give this to our helpless little boy!

The pediatrician sat us down, and talked to us about what was going on with our son, and that sometimes there are more questions, then answers. However, she prescribed medications, and schooled us on what we were to do. This included removing all of his stuffed animals from his crib. He was to have nothing in it but himself, his mattress, and sheets.

We filled the prescriptions, took our baby home, and began to do as the doctor instructed. That night, be tucked our newborn in, and went to watch TV in the living room. For a few hours, all was quiet, and then the coughing began again.

We stayed up yet another night, doing as the doctor instructed, and helping this baby the best we could. The next day, we called the doctor again, and once again, we took the baby back to her office.

He was examined, and again the pediatrician said we were to continue to do the treatments as she had previously indicated. However, the episodes still continued on a nightly basis, until the weekend approached. Each day, matters became increasingly worse. Our baby wasn't breathing right, he wasn't sleeping, we were helpless to do anything else for him, and we weren't getting any sleep either.

So, we decided to take the baby to the hospital, since the pediatrician's office was closed. At the hospital, they put the baby on a nebulizer, gave us additional medicine, and sent us home. This brought some relief to the baby, but it was short lived.

Our lives turned into a continuous routine of visits to the pediatrician's office, and the emergency room for the next there months. By this time, our baby was eight months old, and the conditions were really wearing on us all.

We were so frustrated and afraid, because, although we did everything we were told, our son was not resting, and neither were we. We finally reached the breaking point, and I had decided that the next morning I was going to take my baby to the hospital, and force them to keep him there until they cured him.

I'll never forget that day. Everyone was so exhausted from three months of going through the same nightly routine, and not getting any rest. It was a Tuesday night, and I set about preparing a suitcase with essentials I would need to care for our son during his stay in the hospital. And I really was determined to make them keep him!

At that time the doorbell rang, and living on the third floor of our building, I stuck my head out the window to find my husband's cousin was there. I hadn't seen him since before our child was born, and he's a doctor of natural medicine.

I told him God had sent him to see me, and when he asked why I said that the baby was so sick that I was packing to take him to the hospital. He ran up those steps so fast, and before I knew it, he was examining my baby.

When he finished, he told me I was right. The baby was in bad shape, but begged me not to take him to the hospital. Instead, he said to send my husband to his office the next day. He said he was going to send me some medicine along with a list of instructions. He said that before I ran out of the medicine, to buy more. He said to keep it stocked in my house, and even if I thought my baby was okay, to give it to him every time he came down with a cold. He told me to continue to give my baby the medicine for a full year. He said that if I listened to him, and did as he instructed, my baby would be completely healed in a year's time.

He made me promise that no matter how expensive the medicine got, that I would follow his instructions to the letter. And, I did promise him. The next day, my husband went to his cousin's office, and later brought me all of the medicines the doctor has explained to me the night before along with detailed written instructions.

I began the treatment that very evening, and kept with it faithfully for a solid year. Each time my son got a cold, I started giving it to him. Now my son is 17 years old, and I can honestly say that since that very first treatment, we have never again experienced the conditions that we had lived under for so long.

My neighbor had been with us every step of the way, and witnessed the healing of my son's asthma. In fact, she came to me and asked me for the cure because her 2 year old nephew needed it. I gave it to her, and she came back to me a month later raving at how much healthier her nephew was.

If this story strikes a cord with you, if you yourself, or someone you love is living with the terrible condition of asthma, and want to get better for good, let me know. I'm thinking about writing a piece on the ingredients, the regimen, and yes, the cure for asthma!