I went into parenting with the following mantra - don’t expect anyone to care about your child except you. It might sound harsh, but what the heck it’s me - you should know me by now. It's served me well. It's stopped me blathering on about weaning to people that couldn't give a Farleys Rusk what he's eating. It means that when a friend voluntarily asks to see pictures of my kid, I'm overjoyed and when the girls organise coffee in a café that's an obstacle assault course for buggies, I don’t take offence.
Similarly health professionals are just doing their jobs, you and your special snowflake of a baby are just another customer. I wouldn't expect the cashier in Sainsburys to stop mid swipe and advise me of the best accompaniment to my litre of Lambrini. I just want them to get me through the process of bagging my groceries as swiftly as possible. The same goes for midwives and health visitors. This isn't an opportunity for me to come down on the men and women that support us during pregnancy and birth - I couldn't have got through it without them. Particularly a midwife called Maria who held my hand and told me I could when I was literally screaming, 'I CAN'T' during the last few pushes, when my bloke was probably sobbing in a corner somewhere. Shout out to all medical and medical support staff everywhere. I salute you. But the ones with more than a few kind words, the one's that phone you out of hours and bring you a hot cup of tea just when you need it, they're going above and beyond. Unless you’ve never had a bad day or a forgetful moment or you’ve never responded to someone shortly when they ask you something insanely obvious and you’ve got raging PM, then you're not really in a position to judge.
Of course you deserve respect and an adequate service. And when you don’t get that you have my permission to go full scale mama bear on whomever is in the immediate vicinity. Just don’t let a few negative people mar the amazing experience you're having with your pregnancy and baby. That's what family's for.