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.
She reached for the saline spray on the nightstand for the third time that night. Drip, wait, sniff. Nothing. stuffiness during pregnancy
The baby kicked, hard, right against her diaphragm. She wheezed-laughed, then coughed, then laughed again. In the mirror, her reflection looked back—round face, flushed cheeks, hair a wild nest. She didn’t recognize herself. But beneath her palm, the tight, warm curve of her belly felt like home. She stayed there until the mirror fogged completely