Rowen
Well to fair they might not now. It was a decade and a half ago.
We had the additional horror of the Feed By Feed Weight In.
You have to rent baby scales. Weight uncooperative baby. Write it down in special book. Feed baby. Re weight baby after feed before changing nappy. Note number. Calculate how much breastmilk had been consumed by baby. Note number. All in correct columns with date and precise time.
Which I'm sure works fine for some people.
Doesn't work so well when you gave birth to a small, pink leech and have no idea when to weight him cos you can't work out when a feed is actually starting (or if it's just a nibble) and when it actually ended (cos he took short rest breaks before relatching, all the time) and anyway you are knackered and just want to lie prone with said small pink leech tucked up against breast so he won't howl like a banshee.
I hated ped. visits. Everybody would sit there with their carefully plastified and colour coded feeding/weight books. And I'd be holding a tear stained, dog eared thing filled with a few random numbers and "excuses because I was too lazy to fill it in properly" as Nurse Ratched at reception put it.
I got book shamed every.single.time
If I could go back I would just block out all the unsolicited bollocks about my heffalump of a baby, and spend the saved worry-time blowing raspberries on his rolls of babyfat instead.
He won't even let me kiss him now. (teenage dignity and all that jazz) I should have done more nuzzling when I had the chance.