It blew puffs of vapor at June while Michael tried to distract her with books. It didn't help her enough to justify us doing the treatment at home, so at this point time is the prescription.
There's not much else to be done but wait it out. We hope the worst has passed with this particular strain and she'll be back on the path of not-coughing-til-you-puke soon. And the path of sleeping through the night again.
In other news, June showed the doctor all of her new moves, including waving enthusiastically and walking all around the office. Upon seeing it, Doc exclaimed, "You're a toddler now!" When Michael relayed this news to me, I managed to keep my tears inside until later when I was feeding June while that "You'll Be in My Heart" song played in the background on Pandora. Then I didn't try to keep them inside anymore.