A conversation from the bed next to ours when we were having our daughter:
“Now, you’re going to look after this baby, aren’t you Mary?”
“Because you remember what happened to the last one, don’t you?”
Social Workers are damned if they do, damned if they don’t. Parenting is like driving – mine is excellent, it’s everyone else who is rubbish. I’ve got no problem with the fact that various people kept an eye on us to start with, just to make sure we were reasonably responsible people to be given charge of a vulnerable little person.
And I still remember the feeling of leaving the hospital and thinking “Are they really just going to let us walk out of here with this baby?”