When I asked her why she said that Averi's counts are trending upward and they were over 200. While that was true, her counts had gone from 185 to the 190's to just barely over 200 - more of a plateau than an increase.
I'm not gunna lie, it made me really uncomfortable to think about taking her home. I spoke to the nurse about it since the doctor was nowhere to be found and she said that they wouldn't kick us out. I explained that we just love being at the hospital so much that we can't bear to leave.
When I finally did get to talk to the doctor I told him that last cycle Averi's counts had to be over 200 for two days before she could go home and that I would feel much more comfortable if we could stay just one more night so we could check her counts in the morning. After all it is Averi and last time her counts kind of dropped, plateaued, and then plummeted some more before making their final assent. He said that was fine.
When I asked Dan if he would have done the same, he said he would have been excited and packed up and gone home - but only because he doesn't think so hard about things like I do. After my explanations, he was on board.
(Averi's latest thing while trying to go to sleep is grabbing her foot, stretching it straight up, and using her toes to fiddle with her baby's bangs. I tried to get a picture but she kept moving her foot so she could see the camera.)
This morning I had to wait until almost noon to get the results back on her ANC (normally they have them before I even wake up). The suspense was killing me - were we going home or not? The doctor finally walked into the room and said, "Mothers always know best." Apparently her ANC dropped to 35!
I don't mean to brag, but I think I was right. Not only was I right, but I was smarter than the doctor. My head might be slightly more inflated than usual today. I tried to be a gracious winner and even held my breath so I could fight the urge to yell, "In you face doctor-man!"