I gave up on birth plans after Jessie. I gave up hoping a labor and delivery would go a certain way. But I do feel it's important to know what you want the most and to pray about that. I thought and thought about what I wanted this time. And all I could come up with is peace. I wanted to be at peace with whatever situation I was in when little baby kid took his first breath. After awhile I also decided that I wanted my doctor to deliver him. I've had different doctors deliever every baby despite the fact that I've had Dr. Glenn since David. I also wanted my mom to be here. Her flight was for August 10 and I was due August 14. July 26 and August 2 most of my primary presidency would be gone (I'm the president). So the "plan" was that I wouldn't have the baby until after the 2nd. No problem, I mean I dreamed about having him on David's birthday, July 31. But who was I kidding, there's no way I'd go 2 weeks early. So July 25, we cleaned the house, like we do on Saturdays. And I decided we should paint the baby's room. I also thought my baby boy clothes haven't been used for 6 years, I should throw them in the wash. (Nesting, maybe.) After painting, cleaning and laundry, we went up to Heber to play and have a picnic. I was mentally gearing up for 3 more weeks, because obviously the first time I'd go past my due date would be the one due in August. I was pretty worried about primary, so before Chad and I fell asleep I said, "I just don't know what'd I do if my water broke tonight. " To which Chad reassured me it wouldn't and I agreed. And then an hour later, midnight, I woke up. I told Chad my water broke. He hopped out of bed, turned on the light and said, "No way, are you sure?" To which I stood up and bam, water started running down my legs like crazy. It was kinda gross and didn't stop, to the point where we both just laughed. We called our favorite babysitter Hannah and headed to the hospital. Have you ever walked (or should I say waddled?) through the hospital dripping water all over the place? It's embarrassing but exciting in its own way. I wanted to die when we got in the elevator and the janitor was in there cleaning. I got checked in and we knew it'd be awhile because he was still really high. His heart rate was already having some difficulty. I really thought I'd have to have a c-section. My heart was heavy as I realized I'd have the doctor on-call, not Dr. Glenn and it was weeks before my mom would be here. I didn't know who was going to watch the kids and how primary was going to workout. I asked Chad for a priesthood blessing. I was soon at peace and knew that the Lord had not forgotten me. I was also amazed at how men and women compliment each other in the Lord's plan. I got a epidural and felt spiritually and physically at peace. After hours of weird positions to try and help this baby's heart rate and help him along, I started shaking like crazy. I stopped shaking some and felt better. I was still only at a 6. Also about this time, around 6, we started making phone calls and texting trying to figure out a plan for our kids and working out primary issues. Chad was on the phone with my 1st counselor and I finally had to tell him to get off the phone. About 10 minutes later, all of which his heart rate was very low, I had Leland. 8lbs 2 oz and 21 in long. It was beautiful and I cried when I saw his perfect self, extra finger and all. He was the only one I got to feed successfully right away and I was swallowed up the perfect moment for about an hour. Chad insisted that we get him washed up shortly after that, he was pretty goopy being 3 weeks early. Neighbors (I'm not even sure who) got the kids ready for church. Now some of  you are thinking, why bother with church? I'll tell you why, there are people there to watch kids. So they went and Chad picked them up afterwards to meet their new brother. I think it was overwhelming at that point for them. Olive just looked confused. By the next day, they were madly in love and telling everyone about his extra finger. My mom laughed like crazy when she saw the picture of his finger and then cried in the middle of church when she got the text with his name, her father's. My wonderful mother also decided she couldn't wait 2 1/2 weeks, so my dad drove her out. Clarissa came down to watch kids on Monday and Chad's mom came that night. By the next weekend, we blessed Leland because all the grandparents could be there. Let's just say, life stopped for about an hour after he was born then we were right back in the thick of it. Although, my biggest fear was that I wouldn't be able to enjoy this precious newborn stage before it was gone. Because Heather came down right away and my mom after her, I had many moments where I just looked at his little face and had time to fall in love. A huge thank you to all who helped us out! So in the end, I felt peace. And my testimony of my Heavenly Father's love for me and my little one, grew. He has a plan, it's different than mine, but always better!