Sunday morning

He left that place and entered their synagogue; ¹⁰a man was there with a withered hand, and they asked him, ‘Is it lawful to cure on the sabbath?’ so that they might accuse him. ¹¹He said to them, ‘Suppose one of you has only one sheep and it falls into a pit on the sabbath; will you not lay hold of it and lift it out? ¹²How much more valuable is a human being than a sheep! So it is lawful to do good on the sabbath.’ ¹³Then he said to the man, ‘Stretch out your hand.’ He stretched it out, and it was restored, as sound as the other.

Matthew 12:9-13

Told Carol I would be her C-section backup Saturday, in case she needed one.  Reserved the right to go and do Interesting Things, and so arrangements were made to go to the baptism that Angel covered in the last post.  I'd more or less forgotten about the whole thing until the phone rang at 5 AM.
Primigravida with prolonged rupture, pushing for 3 or 4 hours now, no progress, stuck at +2 station and the decision's been made to go to section.  I called Jim.  He said you'd be willing.  Of course I am, and at 6:15 we're cruising up to the hospital in the Tracker, changing and scrubbing. 
It's a little bit different here, when I look up at my assistant and realize she's not an obstetrician and I can't hand the section over to her at the first sign of an obstacle.  It makes me take a deep breath and try just a little bit harder.  Makes it real.  And everything went just fine, even the bit where I was up to my elbow in the incision levering the baby out.  It came eventually, just like they always tell me it will.

I'm learning a lot here - and more than just medicine.