This was the day I learned that anesthesia during delivery isn't all it's cracked up to be. I had a saddle block with my son, so I figured why not go for the "numbing" treatment again? Thing was, the anesthesiologist didn't make it to the hospital in time--I delivered about 45 minutes after my arrival. My baby came naturally and it was no different than when I'd been supposedly anesthetized with the first kiddo. Dr. Reddy (yup, that was his name) apparently wasn't quite ready for a weekend delivery. But he showed up and yes, we got a bill. We also got a bill from a cardiologist because she had a hole in her heart--an atrial-septal defect. Were we scared to death? You betcha.
You may know Jillian from my books, but that happens to be my daughter's name. No accident I would name a kind, generous, cat loving main character after a person in my life who is all those things and more. So much more. She understands me like no one else, she is there for me whenever I need her and I love her with all my heart. Last wonderful factoid about Jillian--she is one of only 2 girls versus about 20 boys in her generation on my side of the family. And there are no holes in heart today. Her heart is big and strong and the best thing about her.