Saturday 28 December 2013

Coughing and Taking a Bruising



All pregnant women know that growing a little one makes them more vulnerable - and likely – to catch colds and all sorts of other minor ailments. What becomes even more despairing is that being a teacher and pregnant makes you all the more likely to catch something very unwanted. Not that it is only pregnant teachers – I’m sure there are many other professions like this . So it is that, just as the Christmas holidays are approaching, that I come down with a cough. It starts off to an extent I can manage at first – that is until Christmas Eve. At that point, I started coughing more frequently - and at random moments: Before I controlled when I coughed; Now, the cough is holding me hostage, getting ready to strike at any point. And strike it does. That night, I was up several times to a rampant, violent string of coughing attacks. As if it’s not enough that I’m getting up to go to the bathroom, I’m also now prone to this as well. In the last few days I’ve coughed so much that I’ve developed what feels like a bruising across the ribs down my left side. The pain is unbelievable, due to a combination of the persistent coughing and also the fact that baby is taking up space, pushing my organs in even closer proximity of one another. With a weaker immune system, these sorts of viruses aren’t so easy or quick to shift: I wasn’t aware of this before but a woman’s immune system becomes weaker because if it didn’t, the body would reject the fetus, as it would be seen as a ‘foreign body’. Truly remarkable.
It is a worry for any pregnant woman that any ache or pain or symptom they feel could harm their baby in some way and so I made a call to that new number – 111 - where you can get emergency medical advice without the ambulance or the hefty long wait in an A&E room – very handy for a worrier like me. I also want to check which remedies I can take and how I can ease the bruising. The nurse is lovely and very reassuring and tells me that the coughing will do no harm to the baby at all, and neither will the pain I feel on my ribs. So, are there any remedies I can take, or anything I can do to ease this pain? I ask, hopefully.
I’m told that all I can do is take paracetamol, rest and drink home-made honey and lemon drinks – things I am already doing. She then goes on to say that a pregnant woman will need to have a cough for at least three weeks before doctors will recommend any other type of remedy, as the risks are too high, which is fair enough. But… three weeks! I’ve had two weeks of this already – so I now need to go through this for another week before I might or might not start to feel better? By then it’ll be back to school and I definitely do not want to be feeling like this then!
So for now, it’s all hail to the mighty paracetamol and slightly nauseating lemon and honey brews and farewell to all those lovely chocolate and sugary treats given to me at school and by my lovely friends which I had been looking forward to on my break. I had accepted that I wouldn’t be having a glass or two of my favourite Christmas tipple (Baileys) this year but now I can’t even face a glass of my replacement - Appletizer! Unfortunately, the latter of each will have to be left on the shelf for now because I sure heck am not up to drinking or eating them (although my husband has been able to give me daily reviews on each of them). Must say, I’m very surprised there’s not a scientist or doctor out there who has not yet invented a pregnancy-friendly, cough medicine. Hmm. Something to think about!

Thursday 12 December 2013

Wobbling Along and Enjoying It


Week 24:
I’ve started to get a bump now – more evident when wearing a tight dress that I’m still holding onto even though, if I’m really honest, doesn’t really fit anymore (but I am still trying to squeeze into for that little bit longer). I bought a couple of pairs of trousers from a well-known shop brand recently – miles too big for me but figured I’d grow into them soon enough. Well, I wear them now and they are still too big – way too baggy – and I feel like I’m in a human-sized paper bag, rather than someone remotely flattering; and I, as my husband puts it, look like I’m on my way to an art workshop. After searching around the high street for maternity clothes, we couldn’t find anything that looked like it might be okay, and so it was, that I decided to look online. Didn’t take me long and – yes! Finally! Some gorgeous dresses, skirts and trousers that will look half decent. You see, now I want to show my bump, whereas a little while ago I reached an in-between stage where there was a bit of a bump but didn’t look obviously pregnant and I was of mixed minds as to whether I actually started to show it or try to cover it up. Then came along week 22 and I started embracing it a bit more. Now we hit week 25 (almost), and I am amazed at how quickly the bump is growing and I’ve now got the feeling where I’m happy to show it off. Not only am I proud, but I want people to notice it so that they might actually take a bit more care around me when pacing their way towards me in the supermarket. Lately I’ve been getting quite disorientated when out shopping and want people to take a bit of care when approaching me - I am so paranoid that someone is going to run into me or ‘oomph’ me with their trolley – not because they actually will but because I can’t move fast enough to get out of somebody’s way anymore. I’ve turned into a real slug when it comes to moving around – wobbling like a penguin and showing my annoyance by way of a tut when people in front of me suddenly stop and decide to either reverse or just stop. I just don’t have the speed to keep up with their sudden change of mind. It’s annoying in that way – particularly as I’m used to moving quickly and pacing around. On the other side of it, I am enjoying the fact that I have slowed down a lot and neither do I feel the need to race around, which is refreshingly pleasant. I can’t get up quite as fast as I used to - and it’s hard going constantly standing up when teaching a class of lively children. But I don't mind. Of course, the bump has its benefits, in terms of mobility (‘oh, I’m so tired, could I have a drink?’; not having to take part in PE training because, of course, I can’t be very active; ‘I’m not able to clean the bath – can you do it?’) Not that it’s just about those benefits, of course, but it does help to balance out the sometimes overwhelming stream of emotions and symptoms felt over the course of the nine month journey.