Cough. Cough.

And no, it's not Caleb's fake cough he does to get a rise out of mom and dad. It's a middle of the night, everyone sound asleep, heart drops to the floor as I hear my baby coughing. coughing. and oh yes. more coughing. constant coughs every few minutes lasting about an hour or so. Every night. For the past week and a half. And the irony of it all. Caleb's not waking him despite all his coughing. But Dave and I. We are wide awake. I am sitting straight up in the bed, ready to run in at the slightest cry with a glass of water and a check to make sure Caleb's still breathing and all is well ( yes. I am that paranoid mother). But it is all in vain because Caleb sleeps through it all. We have called the dr. and talked to her on the phone about it. But then I decided I needed to see her in person and have her check Caleb out. Because he doesn't have a cold and we couldn't understand why the cough and nothing else? Drool from teething? Food parts stuck in there somewhere? She thinks it is allergies. Dave and I both have them as well as a family history of allergies. I've had them since I was a little girl. And they were bad. They've eased up over time though. She had a lot of suggestions such as an air filter, and trying children's benadryl. Among some other things. So we'll see how that goes. The daytime eases my worry because the cough disappears magically and only returns while Caleb is sleeping. Talking to our own moms who have more wisdom and experience than we do helped ease some worries too. But as I lie awake at night listening and counting each cough, each minute that ticks until the next one, the only thing I can do is whisper the same prayer over and over again...putting my child's life in bigger and stronger hands.