“You put me out and wake me up when it’s all over” I confidently told anyone who would listen. Growing up, my mom had shared with me how happy she was to have had two C-sections. The first one released big bro and big sis into the world.  The second one? Oh, but if it wasn’t delightful me. These stories rang through my heart as I pictured myself becoming a mom. So I knew that the right decision was to do what my mom had done. And then I ran into my personal birth lobbyist, education fanatic and encourager extraordinaire: Cousin T. At the time, she had a tiny little…