I have this vision of how things are going to go when it's time to deliver my baby. With a few swift pushes, I will birth my perfectly healthy baby girl and hear her comforting crymoments after she enters the world. Then, before scoring a 10 on the Apgar test, she will be placed on my chest for a bout of peaceful bonding, where she will sleep soundly, enjoying her new time with her mom and dad. And we'll all live happily ever after. The end. However, I realize that visions and/or "plans" when giving birth are laughable. You need to be able to roll with the punches. You need to be ready for your 15-minute-old daughter to flip you off.