I can see her point, or at least why she would think like she does.
However, while I love my children, it is not an easy walk in the park.
It was not easy dealing with PND after my second child, which just hit me unexpectedly as I thought, I had been ok with my first, I would be with my second. I was at one point hours away from walking out the house and finding the nearest double decker bus to just throw myself under. And it is still not easy dealing with the guilt 3 years later than I still feel in some ways closer to my first child then my second. Ds, my first is a much more affectionate and cuddly child, dd not so much, and that is my fault, for how they were dealt with at birth. I used to sit and hold ds for hours on end, dd I rarely held. I love dd to bits, but i feel like i have an easier relationship with ds.
I now work nights, and have no childcare, so have to try and get sleep in the day, with children poking me in the eyes, and using me as a slide. Life is sometimes fun and full of laughter, but sometimes it is just shit.
At the end of the day, everyone has the right to have regrets and feel like their life is hard, or did not work out how they wanted to, but they do not have the right to say that a group of people who have something they wanted, has an easy trouble free life and hence has no reason to complain.
And I think I will spend the rest of my life waiting for the hammer to fall with dd, if she ever picks up on how it was when she was born, or how to some extend I still feel like now.