AIBU to think that nowadays children's services would take us away from our parents?
When my eldest brother was a baby (in the late 1950s) my parents lived high up in a tower block in central London. So that my brother could get some fresh air, my mum would leave him in his pushchair on the pavement downstairs near the entrance to the flats. She would then go back up to her flat and just look over her balcony occasionally to check he was OK.
Can you imagine doing that now?
Has anyone got other examples?