My poor little wheezy man. We just spent twenty minutes in the bathroom breathing in steam from the shower, baby vicks rubbed on tummy, back and feet, warmed up apple juice with honey, kisses, snuggly pajamas...
He woke up at 3:45 and was crying and the more he cried the harder it was to breath, so I took him upstairs and my mom held him while I made him something warm to drink. Brought him back down to bed with us and he tried to sleep but every time he settled down, he started coughing and had to pop up to a sitting position. He was just crying and crying so mournfully and then he'd lay back down in a new position - laying across my belly, tucked between my torso and arm, head down with legs tucked under him... every time, he had to cough again. This went on for an hour and a half.
Finally we put him back in his crib and he fell asleep. It was 6 am.
My poor little trooper. =(