Guess who has a sinus infection now?
Are you kidding me, Universe??
It all began last week Wednesday when I started feeling a lot of post-nasal drip and had a really weird cough where the congestion was, like, not at the surface (if that makes any sense) so I had to keep deeply clearing my throat to get to it, which was beyond annoying. After about 2 days of that, it was to the point where I had to cough hard to get to the congestion, and my chest felt tighter and tighter with each passing day, like all that coughing was doing absolutely NOTHING. My voice got hoarse, my ears felt plugged, and although I was sneezing like a maniac, it wasn’t like a cold where the congestion settled into my head/nose at all. Still, I assumed it was just a cold, and was prepared to power through it with hot tea, cough drops and Robitussin (after checking with my OB-GYN to make sure it was safe while pregnant, of course).
By Monday of this week, I knew something more was going on. The cough wasn’t getting any better, and my chest and sinuses felt far worse. At night I’d have a hard time falling asleep because of the cough, and then I’d find myself waking frequently during the night because the back of my throat was dry from mouth-breathing, which would set of new rounds of coughing. I was waking up in the mornings feeling like I’d barely slept at all.
I called my OB-GYN’s office Monday to see if I should come in. The nurse called me back and told me to give it a few more days, since it hadn’t been a full week yet. I hung in there another two days, but by Wednesday, I knew things weren’t on the upswing, so I called again and they squeezed me in in the afternoon.
Dr. F listened to my lungs and didn’t hear any wheezing, but after describing the course the illness had taken and the massive pressure-pain in my sinuses, she wrote me a script for the Z-Pack on the assumption that I’ve got a sinus infection.
While I was bummed about the sinus infection, it was actually fortunate timing because Super Boy was with me and, since I’d hit the 12-week mark in the pregnancy that day, I asked Dr. F if she could check for a heartbeat while we were there. She got out her doppler, put a little gel on my belly, and within seconds she captured the heartbeat of our baby!! It was so wonderful to hear, all 164 beats per minute. 🙂 Super Boy’s eyes got big and a huge grin spread across his face as he heard the sound of his little brother or sister’s heart, and I was just breathing a huge sigh of relief to hear that little heartbeat.
Funny thing, I thought back to when we heard Super Boy’s heartbeat for the first time, and I remember being so nervous and excited that I kept giggling, and my doctor couldn’t hear anything because of all the noise I was making laughing! It took a solid 5 minutes for me to calm down enough for her to get it with Super Boy. I was so embarrassed, but couldn’t help it to save my life. At least this time I managed to hold it together with the nervous giggling, because I really wanted Super Boy to hear it!
So, already I’m feeling better on my antibiotic. I hate taking medication when I’m pregnant, but in this case, it was warranted. I’m just praying that the rest of the winter is a healthy one!