How Breastfeeding Saw Us Through the 100-Day Cough


Guest post by Shayla Cherry

One week in and my son’s cough was only getting worse. We were up all night as he began coughing every hour, on the hour. He developed a sharp, desperate inhale; a characteristic whoop every mother hopes to never hear. I began researching pertussis with a sinking heart. Little did I know, we were in for a long and exhausting winter.

The next month was spent indoors as whooping cough tore through our home. Our days were filled with movies, cuddled together in our cozy haze. Sometimes when the coughing woke him at night, he was so exhausted that he’d fall back to sleep without nursing.

But when a coughing fit left him breathless and scared, he found comfort and sleep at the breast.

My son went for two weeks without eating, yet he nursed and nursed and nursed. I was so grateful and relieved that I could nourish him in this way. I had no fear of dehydration. No anxiety when he refused to eat. Remarkably, he kept growing, even through his weeks of sickness. As always, breastmilk was our safeguard.

I remember after Rye took his first steps at nine months, people started asking me when I would wean. If I made any mention of my exhaustion or anxiety, they’d remind me that I’m doing it to myself.

“Haven’t you weaned him yet?”, they’d ask.

While these comments come from kind, loving, well-intentioned people, they carry the cultural assumption that I am more important than my son; that his needs are somehow less valid than mine.

It’s true: breastfeeding is hard.

Through countless bouts of mastitis, sleepless nights, nutrient depletion so deep that my teeth ached with each inhale… breastfeeding is hard. Parenting is hard. But they’re both so worth it and, for me, indelibly intertwined.

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Nursing my son gives me peace of mind. When he has a fever, when he refuses solids or when he eats nothing but bananas and rice…I still know that he’s getting everything he needs.

Rye was 18 months old when he contracted pertussis. I can’t begin to imagine how terrifying that would have been if, like nine out of ten babies, he was weaned already. He would have lost every ounce of baby fat. We may have needed to go to urgent care for an IV, and who knows where that would have led — secondary infection, pneumonia, antibiotics…

As it was, our bout with whooping cough was brutal, but never dangerous. To tame the cough, I gave him medicinal doses of sodium ascorbate, a form of vitamin C. It made a huge difference, although he rarely drank it voluntarily. After dosing him, I was always relieved to be able to offer the sweetness of breastmilk to replace the taste of the bitter medicine.

As everything else fell away, we simplified and found a new rhythm.

On our bed propped on an incline, we slept in fifty-minute bursts. We welcomed play at 2am in the dim hallway light when a coughing fit left him wide awake. I cuddled my son for weeks on end, reading on my phone while watching Curious George for the umpteenth time.

As parents, there is a reserve we draw on when our children are ill; it takes us far beyond what we ever thought we could endure. We get up twelve times a night to respond with love and compassion because our children need us to.

Covered in various bodily fluids, nursing a thirty-pound toddler through the hiccuping gasps that follow true distress; these are the parenting moments we’re never quite prepared for.

There is no choice, only need.

Rye grew at least an inch over those miserable weeks. My breastmilk protected him against secondary infections and kept him nourished and hydrated. Equally important was the comfort it gave him. After a particularly bad coughing fit, he could return to his safe space.

His vocabulary grew by leaps and bounds as we watched one nature documentary after another. And though he stretched out some, as toddlers do, he still kept a healthy layer of baby fat — those cheeks I love so much.

Though I was more tired than I’ve ever been and my own health hasn’t quite recovered, I am immeasurably grateful for the gift of breastmilk. I was able to nourish and protect my son, even in the depths of my exhaustion. So, if you’re nursing a toddler and want to continue, I hope sharing my story helps you to trust your instincts. Do what is right for you and your child, as mothers have done for aeons.


Shayla Cherry writes about holistic health and conscious parenting on her blog, Mama Revolution. You can also find her on Facebook and Instagram.

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    April 17, 2018
    Alison Hamar

    Such a lovely testament of the love and sacrifice a mother has for her son. A very blessed toddler and a very determined and giving mom. I hope that this story continues to circulate; it is both empowering and raw. It embodies the sacrififcial love that mothers have for their children, and that society should be encouraging. It’s one thing to normalize breastfeeding (which is a worthy and fantastic cause) but to normalize the idea that sometimes as moms, often really, we put our own needs, and even health on the sideline to give to our children.
    Thanks for the lovely piece ????❤️

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    April 20, 2018
    Anna L

    Hi Shayla! I respect that you were able to breastfeed your son through his whooping cough, and I agree that mother & children should decide for themselves when is the right time to wean.

    However, I was wondering — besides breastfeeding, did you take your son to the pediatrician? Pertussis is deadly to all age groups but especially young children. And, more often than not, antibiotics are needed in addition to good nutrition (through breast milk, formula, or solids) and the complementary therapies you were giving your son so a child can survive the disease. Also, pertussis can be prevented with a vaccine.

    I definitely agree with you that breastfeeding can continue into toddlerhood. However, there is no scientific evidence that breastfeeding alone can cure pertussis.

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      May 04, 2018

      Hi Anna. It’s true, breastfeeding doesn’t cure pertussis. There is also no scientific evidence that antibiotics cure pertussis. Unless they’re given as soon as the baby is exposed (and I had no idea he had been exposed until he developed whooping cough), they have no effect on the duration or severity of the cough (see the vitamin C link within the article for more information).

      Vaccines do not prevent the spread of pertussis, and may actually make individuals more likely to become asymptomatic carriers. The pertussis vaccine may have prevented the cough itself, but its efficacy is low and by no means guarantied. Whooping cough was brutal, but I would rather go through it all over again than risk the serious side effects of the DTaP vaccine.

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      May 04, 2018

      She wasn’t saying that breastfeeding cured pertussis, she was just saying that it helped him through it by preventing dehydration, nutritional deficiency, etc. But it is widely established that breast milk is customized to the needs of the nursing child, including providing antibodies against pathogens said child is fighting, such as pertussis.

      As for the vaccine, I was fully vaccinated for pertussis, as was my sister, and we both still came down with it, and I know several others in the same boat. The pertussis vaccine in particular is not as effective as a lot of people like to think. And neither of us required antibiotics for it either…

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    May 04, 2018

    Good job, mama! Nursing into toddlerhood can be such a gift at times like that.

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      May 08, 2018

      Thank you, Lotty! Being able to nurse truly is a gift when my son is sick or teething.

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    August 05, 2018

    Hi Shayla Cherry

    Hope you are well. I think breastfeeding is important for any child. It’s the cure for the baby so every mother should read this article. Thank you so much.

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    January 06, 2019
    Alice Ann Allen

    I have had many fears of whooping cough and I believe the Lord brought me peace with your story knowing that whatever may come He will use resources like breastfeeding and others to maintain or bring Healing. Because He made our bodies so wonderfully. Thank you for sharing. I love breastfeeding. God is Good 💛

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    January 25, 2019

    Thank you for this encouraging piece of writing. Going through illnesses with my kiddos and feeling just how you wrote. Thank God for breasfeeding.

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    June 17, 2019

    I love this! Thankyou for writing this most important journey of breastfeeding with whooping cough. Yes, it is liquid gold. I have read a similar story before and God not only designed us to breastfeed but to do it keep our children healthy. God bless you mama!

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