It was the coughing that brought me back from the edge of a dream. “Hush, hush little one,” I said softly. Selfishly wishing my two year old back to sleep so that I could return to my own.
But the coughs didn’t subside. They became hoarser and louder. And then I heard the panic in my baby boy’s cries as he struggled to catch his breath between dry coughs. Read more