The diagnosis

So, contrary to what all the nurses and doctor's had guessed, Charlie does indeed have Rotavirus. Who the heck knows how we managed to escape infection ourselves, but no wonder Charlie was pooping himself silly. He seems to have had a bad case, as most information available indicates he should only have had diarrhea for 5-8 days and we are now on day 15 (do you KNOW how much we've spent on diapers in the past two weeks?); for those of you keeping track at home, that's way too long. We've embarked on a month-long bowel health reconstruction project, sort of like the Big Dig, beginning with white bread, Pedialyte, rice, saltine crackers, and acidophilus. Poor guy; we had chicken Kiev and broccoli rabe for dinner. Maybe we shouldn't have eaten it in front of him? Next week, if he's doing well, we can add squash! He's been a pretty good sport through it all, even smiling at the nurses who, only moments before, had stabbed him with an IV and caused him to squirt blood all over the table. It takes a mother's love to weather the bowel storm of the past two weeks; Daddy went to the cabin for a guy's weekend while relatives took care of Claire. Glad he's home.