I also went into the delivery room with my mind mostly made up to try and go it on my own, with little pain management. But by hour 13 or so, and after five hours of bouncing on a stupid blue ball, I wanted the drugs. I felt like a wuss but I wanted the drugs. I admire women who can go au naturel, and really, I wanted to be in that club, but I was just too tired. And this brings me to lesson #4: It's OK to change the plan. This one I'm learning over and over and it's only been a week with our babe. (Exhibit A: Right now, Sophie is screaming; last night at this time, she was so fast asleep that Blaine and I had to wake her to feed her.)