I came into New York Sunday night for a bris I was going to do Monday morning.
When I arrived and turned my phone back on, I had a message that said, "Hi. We had a baby and want to talk to you about a bris in NY."
I called, only to find out the baby was over a month old - he had been born premature - and had just come home from the hospital. Owing to a not-so-clear Rabbinic rule about the postponement of a bris, the father was under the assumption that the bris would take place the following week.
However, after asking a few questions and finding out the full story, it became clear that the delay period was not necessary and that the bris could take place right away.
So instead of having one bris on Monday, I ended up serving as mohel twice!
I love when things align that way...