Scarlett turned 4 months old yesterday! No fanfare or celebration, but another milestone that we were told we might not reach just a few weeks ago. She is still *almost* 12 pounds, still in 0-3 cloths and size 1 diapers, but is starting to turn and hold up her head again, grabs her Wubbanub pacifier when she sees it, sucks on her fist and likes to feel momma's face and hair. She enjoys her glowing seahorse toy at night and watching TV when she gets a peek.
8 days later, and we're still, still, STILL in the hospital tonight, waiting for the chemo to clear her system. She needs to score less than 0.1 to be discharged...today, she was 0.16. Close, but no cigar. So, we're getting cozy for (hopefully) one last night for this week. She has still had no bad reactions, and is eating better and better. The RSV seems to have passed, other than some residual snottiness in her nose, which makes her have the cutest little sneezes, always in pairs. She's been so strong, and is acquiring quite the fan club among the nurses. We're so proud of her!
There's not much else to say about it all right now. We go for yet another MRI soon to check yet again about the shunt. More later on that, and on the huge number of medications and procedures we are learning we will need at home from now on. Thanks for all the well wishes for this course of chemo - we needed all the positive energy!