The scalpel has done its work and with a gentle tug our grandson slides into the world. Still tethered to his mother by a ropey umbilical cord, he's all limbs; long arms and spidery legs stretching awkwardly, finally freed from the confines of the womb.
Smears of blood and amniotic fluid are wiped away. Then he screws up his face like a resentful old man woken from a nap and unleashes that first indignant cry of new life.
The raw, bloody miracle of a Caesarean birth, captured live in high definition, is now proudly replayed on our smartphone screens for not so squeamish friends and family.
