Stefanie Preissner: Listening to my baby cough in the small hours, I need a worry hotline to tell me that it's OK, sick happens

A stream of terrible outcomes bursts the banks of my mind - sleepless nights, straining for breath, children's hospital, sepsis, death.

I try to pull myself back. It's only a cough. It might not progress. Quick, get breast milk into him ASAP.

The cough gets chestier. I get progressively panicked and brutal with myself for not curing him with breast milk.

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