And for the first time in three months, that was a beautiful thing.
“You’re fine,” I whispered to my reflection, but my voice came out thick and strangled. My lips were already chapped from breathing through my mouth for three days straight. Under my eyes, the skin was purple and tender from the constant pressure. Every time I lay down—which you have to do, eventually, even when it feels like drowning—the congestion doubled. Lying on my left side meant my right nostril would maybe give me 10% airflow. For about five minutes. Then it would slam shut too. severe congestion while pregnant
I called the nurse hotline at 2 a.m. on Saturday. “Is this normal?” I asked, nasally, barely understandable. And for the first time in three months,
I remember standing in front of the bathroom mirror at 3 a.m., clutching the edge of the sink. My nose was completely useless. Not stuffy. Not blocked. Sealed. Like someone had poured quick-drying cement up both nostrils. I tried to inhale. Nothing. I tried again, mouth clamped shut, desperate for a single wisp of air. My chest hitched. Panic bloomed hot in my stomach. Under my eyes, the skin was purple and
That night, I did something I’m not proud of. I found an old box of Afrin in the back of the medicine cabinet. The label said “do not use for more than three days.” I didn’t care. I sprayed once in each nostril. The relief was instantaneous and almost religious. Air rushed in—cold, sweet, real air. I took a deep breath for the first time in a week. Then another. I cried again, but this time from pure relief.