I LOVE MONDAY!

That’s right. Love, not hate. So if you came here looking for the weekly I Hate Monday post, you’ll have to wait. It will be back next Monday. In the meantime, epic news! If you’ll indulge me for a moment, I have a bit of personal news: the arrival this morning at University Hospital of my latest grandchild. Not that she was late. She arrived right on time this morning, all 6 lbs., 6 oz of her. 2-4-1-3 was the expected arrival date because this was a scheduled C-section.

Loyal Medical Examiner readers may recall that the last time a grandchild came into the Pearson family three years ago, I was in attendance thanks to the kindness of Dr. Greg Cook of Augusta GYN. I wrote about it on the front page of the Examiner. That was a caesarian delivery also, which impressed me as a much more complicated procedure than I expected. I had envisioned a simple slit across the belly and – poof! – baby! Like slashing a pirate’s bag and all the gold coins instantly spill out. Instead it was… how can I put this delicately? … it was a little bit like going on a baby scavenger hunt in the middle of an all-you-can eat Italian buffet. Delicate enough? Yes friends, the womb is not exactly just below the surface. A caesarian is a major procedure, that’s for sure. Here is a simplified artist’s depiction of how it’s done:

Today’s baby is Nollie (just like Mollie or Molly, but with an N instead of an M). Three years ago it was Never. And the mother? Jill, who speaking of delivery, many of you know since she helps me by delivering the Medical Examiner to many doctors offices around town.