Baguetteaboutit makes a very interesting point there.
My parents are in their 80s. I was born in the early 60s. It was very standard then to put the baby in a pram at the bottom of the garden for large chunks of the day so that the mother could get on with her housework uninterrupted. It was rationalised as giving the baby lots of healthy fresh air. I am quite certain I was sometimes left to cry until it was time for my four-hourly feed (another strict rule dictated by doctors, midwives and health visitors - based on a system devised by a doctor who had been observing cows
).
I don't think I'm messed up, though. My parents are affectionate people. I knew I was loved and wanted. I would never have been ignored if I was ill.They weren't perfect parents, but how many parents are?
It's not a system I could ever have implemented myself, though. We didn't talk about attachment parenting in the early 90s when I had my children, but there was plenty of advice about feeding on demand, especially if you were breastfeeding, and that's what I did. I carried my children about in my arms when we were in the house, or in a sling outdoors, or sat down with them on my lap, for huge chunks of the day (and night). Even when they were in the pushchair they were looking at me, as it was rearfacing. Lovely times. Knackering, but lovely. It helped that I am not houseproud!
My mum is houseproud, and would have struggled massively with having a messy or (God forbid) a slightly dusty house, piles of ironing, washing, washing up etc etc. She was a lot happier with a regime that prioritised getting all of that done and making the baby wait a bit.