Well, it seems Scarlett has different plans for herself. Long story short: her cold is not a cold. It is likely some kind of viral infection. RSV and Pertussis (Whooping Cough) swabs are in the lab. No chemo until this is sorted out.
After a long night of coughing and increasing fevers, we brought her to the hospital this morning. They were not happy with her decline since Tuesday's "it's just a cold" appointment. They have done blood draws, nasal swabs, and another chest x-ray. The cultures take 24 hours, so we don't know yet what it is, but they are pretty sure it's RSV (even though previous tests said it wasn't). So, we are admitted into oncology isolation for monitoring and antibiotics. This means that every nurse or doctor coming in must wear a mask and gown, and we have to be extra careful washing in and out. I am glad to be in the hospital rather than at home; just like any new mom, having a sick baby makes me nervous and I am not sure what to do. I am so used to having nurses and doctors when she is not feeling well, as well as the right medications and equipment on hand. We have the marvelous suction machine to suck the gunk out of her sinuses, nurses to ask, plus I don't have to do the laundry every time she throws up.
We hope to start the chemo this weekend, once the antibiotics have had a chance to take effect. We're getting a chance to adjust to the new oncology wing, learning where everything is and who does what. She's miserable, but at least she is getting what she needs. Hopefully we get what we need: a little sleep.