I was thinking about Ian yesterday and I realized that he has not had a breath holding spell since the beginning of December! I think maybe he has finally outgrown them.

I can still remember the first one he had like it was yesterday.He was almost 2 years old. It was the scariest moment of my entire life by a mile. I truly thought that my little boy was dying. I had flashbacks of his little body lying on my kitchen floor for months after. I think I may have had a touch of post traumatic stress disorder.

That night, I remember my adrenaline taking over and just sort of going through the motions calling 911 and talking to the paramedics. When we got into the ambulance to head to the hospital, I realized that Ian was going to be fine. That is when I kind of lost it. I just started crying about thinking about what could have happened.

The breath holding spells got easier and easier to deal with. In the beginning there was always that little nagging worry about what would happen if he didn’t start breathing again. But as he had more and more episodes, I was less and less worried but I still didn’t like them.

I am really happy that it has been months now since he has had an episode. I am keeping my fingers crossed that I have seen the last of them!