My first one was a joke (I can even laugh about it now, six and a half years on. Haha. Through gritted teeth).
On her first visit, she bounced in, all jolly, speaking in a Joyce "come on children..let's all pretend to be little flowers!" Grenfell voice.
"How are we doing?" she chirped.
"Not good, " says me, "I've got post-natal depression."
"Oh!" Poor woman was a little crestfallen, but plodded on regardless.."well that's something I'll have to do a little reading on before I come to see you again..little bit of homework for me!"
She then measured DS1's head, said "oh dear, it's grown a lot since birth. I think you should go to the GP with him. Now."
I practically ran down the road with DS1, in tears, convinced he had hydrocephalus (I have Spina Bifida Occulta so was paranoid about S.B. throughout my pregnancy). Was told by my GP that two measurements (one at birth, one by HV 10 days later) were not sufficient to show any kind of discernable growth pattern..and that, basically, the HV was a silly old cow who shouldn't be let loose on susceptible new Mums.
Didn't have a lot of faith in her after that
And she came for an hour,every week for a year..because of the PND.
To be fair, the HV I had with DS2 (new area) was absolutely brilliant, can't praise her highly enough.