At one point I had 2 under 2. I move to a new place and went to see the HV. It was winter and when I undressed the baby he spent a penny all over his clothes. I did't have a change of clothes with me and I was told off in a bad way. The HV started to speak to me as if she was the police and I the suspect (a retarded suspect). I had his snowsuit, so it was not big deal.
Another time when a HV was writing down my details, I gave my address and she seemed surprised that I live in that nice street, then she asked what kind of acommodation it was, a flat of course she thought, she wanted to know how many bedrooms, 1 or 2? When I answered that it was a 3 bedrooms house, she was taken aback. I got the impression that she didn't believe me (my clothes must be really faded), because then she said she couldn't give me a red book for the new baby, she had to order it. Next time I went I saw someone else who gave me the book straightaway.
Of course I decided not to go back again. But since we make regular trips to the emergency department (fever, funny spots...) one HV called to check if kids were ok. That is good, I thanked her. Then one day she came unannounced. It was midday and kids were on their pijamas, damn it! Thanks God, she found them well fed, healthy and happy.
Still I prefer that HVs exist, they could save some child's life.