It’s safe to say that things did not go to plan. In the early days of my pregnancy, I wrote a birth plan. I shared it, kind of sheepishly, with my husband Brandin, my sister, my doctor. “It’s more like a wish list,” I said with a laugh. “You know, in an ideal world…” It started with a disclaimer: “My number one objective is to deliver a healthy baby with as little damage as possible...