The Cough

The Boy has been coughing something terrible recently. The last three nights he coughed hard enough to wake himself and start crying. He doesn't drink warm tea, sometimes he won't take medicine, and at night he has a really hard time being reasonable (don't we all). But these past couple of nights have really freaked me out, because he is half-awake, he is unresponsive to my questions. It makes me feel that it isn't really him, that he is in some sort of fit or dream and he has one foot in one reality and another foot in this one. But of course, at the doctor's office today at 3 pm, he seemed pretty well. And luckily the doctor has a son about the same age, so she understands the difference of symptoms and experience of a 1 am bedroom visit to a 3 pm doctor's office visit. The Boy did not showcase his talking capabilities or his direction-following skills with this doctor, enough so that she had to ask if he talks and understands. My goodness, if she only knew how much and at what depth we talk about