She reached for the saline spray on the nightstand for the third time that night. Drip, wait, sniff. Nothing.
Mara woke to the sound of her own breath—a thin, whistling rasp that made her feel like a kettle left too long on the stove. She lay on her left side, the way the books said to, a pillow between her knees and another propping up her head. Still, her nose was a locked door. stuffiness during pregnancy
At her last checkup, the midwife had smiled. “Nasal congestion is very common in the third trimester. Increased blood flow to the mucous membranes. All those lovely hormones.” Lovely. Mara had wanted to laugh. Instead, she bought a humidifier, eucalyptus oil, and a wedge pillow. Nothing helped. She reached for the saline spray on the
She stayed there until the mirror fogged completely and the stuffiness eased, just a little. Enough to remember that this was temporary. Enough to walk back to bed, lie down, and wait for the morning—and for the small, stubborn life that would one day breathe easy, right here in her arms. Mara woke to the sound of her own