UTI, Psych!

Bo and his abuelito (grandfather), pictured to the left. We are waiting for another visit, soon.

Turns out that the UTI thought doesn't explain the numbers. We were sprung from the hoosegow, Friday (sorry for the blog delay, but it always takes me a couple days to shake that creepy no-day/no-night hospital feeling; like Vegas, but a lot less fun and a lot less good food). The only numbers out of whack were the white blood cells (WBC), and without any fever, any indication of inflammation, and the WBC dropping all on its own, our doc DC'd (which means discontinued, for those not in the "know"), the antibiotics. The surmise is an asymptomatic virus was hanging around. Okay with me. Those drugs made Bo nauseated and groggy.

They upped his calorie count in his TPN (IV feeding) and he's already gained almost half a pound! His knees got chubby almost over night. He's been burning way more calories than before, as he's gotten so active: rolling from side to side, practicing sitting up, reaching for and lifting rattles, practicing standing (with help from mommy). As a result, he had lost weight the week before that (I was alarmed).