
My first thought, which I am sure comes from some commercial I've endured each winter season since I was six, was "is it a cold or is it the flu?" Nearly a month ago I'd had the flu shot against my better judgment but to the appreciation of my OBGYNs and walked away seemingly unscathed, so I hoped it wasn't the flu. After all, I'd never had the flu before the shot, and wasn't the point of getting the shot to avoid getting it now that I was pregnant?
My achiness didn't feel like the flu. My throat was scratchy at first, and I felt dehydrated. No fever, though, and no nausea. No chills or sudden changes in temperature either, thankfully. My head was killing me though, and I couldn't stop sneezing. Countless tissues later and the sneezing stopped, but the dripping began. My nose was like a leaky faucet. Thankfully I stayed home to avoid embarrassing myself in front of my colleagues, my drippy, chapped nose as red as Rudolph's.
And my back ached. Oh, how it ached. At first I thought it was a pregnancy symptom. Lower back pain can result from being pregnant as more weight is added to the abdominal area and in turn strains the back. Then I realized, as my sinuses burned and the area in the center of my eyebrows throbbed that it was just a plain old simple common cold.
Normally I would just take a long nap, drink as many clear fluids as possible and stay home time permitting in order to get over the cold, but with a pregnancy in the picture, things have become more complicated. For one, I'm at the point in my pregnancy, the end of the second trimester (T2) wherein I have more than enough energy and don't feel tired. On top of that, finding a decent position in my growing state has proved challenging, especially when I can't prop myself against my husband who had to go to work even if I didn't.
Then there's the matter of cold medicine. Before I was pregnant I wasn't interested in taking anything for any reason, hence my refusal to take the flu shot all those years. Normally I would suffer through a few days of symptoms and emerge tired but victorious over my illness. Unless I felt truly ill enough to make the multi-borough pilgrimage to my doctor's doorstep (which is about as rare as sighting old Rudolph) at which time he'd recommend antibiotics (even rare given his understanding of my apprehension) I would just wait it out.
That's possibility is no longer such a strong one these days. I am already out of breath from the pregnancy, so not being able to breathe through my nose is highly uncomfortable. Headaches that would normally subside with a hot shower and a nap now linger throughout the day. And the aching--oh, the aching. It's really not that bad, but it makes the gray skies and murky December weather all the less bearable. Not to mention how I am beating myself up for allowing myself to catch a cold. Figures, though, living in a city of 8 million people who all seem to be breathing over my on my daily subway rides.
The question now is do I take something or wait it out? Goodness knows I am terrified to ingest any medicine that might prove harmful to my little one, to the point of which even if advised by my OBGYNs I would probably decline due to suspicion--which, by the way, no one seems to tell you is a possible side effect of pregnancy. Many gals I know immediately became suspicious of anything they hadn't tried before in the way of food and declined to even consider anything that might not be 100% suitable for their unborn children. But, that's another article.
A now mythological list of accepted medications approved by my OBGYNs has yet to make its way to my chapped hands, but several options can be found here.
As for me, I'm going to have to think long and hard about whether or not to take something. After all, no one is going to give me a medal for declining help for something as simple as a cold. On the other hand, I've been given to the perspective that by declining drugs for my cold now, I am saving up for an epidural later!