I’ve spent the day hacking, sneezing, blowing my nose, steeping myself in a steamy bathroom and with steamy tea and changing my underpants….repeat, repeat, repeat.
It was so bad at bedtime last night. I was so determined not to take any more medication. I tried that old urban myth and put Vick’s on the bottoms of my feet and warm socks. Totally didn’t work.
I coughed to the point of gagging, then coughed to the point of dry heaves. And I was crying…so scared for my poor little baby. The Dr recommended Robitussin but the pharmacist said it would speed up our heart rates. I calmed down and rationalized that a fast heart rate would be easier on Sweet Pea than all this gagging and crying which was probably speeding up our heart rate anyway. I took a dose and then lied down scared, waiting and wondering what it would do to the baby. Not long before I feel into a very deep sleep, thank God. I woke up coughing and gagging again at 1:30, took another dose and slept till 7:30.
I woke still coughing but less intense and with less frequency. I knew I couldn’t hold a conversation without hacking and hacking. I emailed my aunt that I wouldn’t be able to make it. Disappointed but to tell the truth, I was almost as thankful to stay in this gray, rainy, sleety day as I would have been to enjoy the company of family.