When I was doing my nursing training many years ago - as a slightly more mature student than most of the others - one of my placements was with either the local midwife or HV (sorry, but I can't remember which, as like I said, it was a very long time ago), she knew that I was already a mother - I got married when I was very young, and had my first child a few years later when I was 21 - and
that I was, therefore, already reasonably experienced in being a mum, and in being a member of the human race! I mean being experienced in things like sleepless nights, wanting to tear my hair out when my first baby just didn't see the necessity for sleep - especially at night-time! For the first few weeks I was also experienced in not having the chance to get showered and dressed until the evening, when my husband came home from work 🙈
My tardiness, sloppiness, exhaustion, even manifested itself on the days that my HV came checking up on us (in her very expensive looking velvet jacket - WTAF - which made me very anxious that my baby would throw up all over it)! So when my DH took over looking after our PFB beautiful little one, I would usualy manage to grab a quick shower, and then make us a quick meal (such as a beano - beans on toast with a piece of sliced cheese on top - as we were very poor at that time). After which, the evenings became a semi-conscious blur of sleepiness, love (for our gorgeous little scrap), exhaustion, love (for our new tiny little family), weariness, and half-awake cerebral love between my husband and me - I have no idea when our love was able to be expressed physically again...
Anyway, whoever I was attached to for that placement, quite rightly just gave me the normal spiel that she would have given to any of her 18+ year old students before they met the new mums. I still remember my mentor telling me that the first mum we were about to see that morning - who's newborn was her third child - would be in the marital bed either breastfeeding the baby, or changing the baby's nappy, or trying to nap along with the baby, or entertaining one or both of her other little ones, while they were all on the bed (it was a very big bed for those days), in a very jumbled bedroom. It turned out to be a "wonderfully untidy" bedroom, one which had piles of clean nappies, and many of the baby's changing things either on the bed with them, or strewn on any available surfaces, and some of her toddler children's larger soft toys and books as well - they were definitely not a minimalist family, which I loved because neither was, or am, I! I think that my mentor gave her students that sort of friendly 'warning' so that none of the potentially more genteely brought up students, didn't appear shocked when they walked through the bedroom door 😱
Well, I'm not sure that I can remember what point I was trying to make, but on the off-chance that someone may still be here with me, I will try to remember it .....
Ah yes, it was a very simple point, one that most people could articulate in a few sentences 🤔
"the midwife/health visitor that I was accompanying on her rounds, was not being at all nastily judgemental of the family we visited first, in fact she pointed out that the mum had been almost exactly the same with her first two children, just staying in bed with them for the first few days, so that she could just relax and bond with her new baby, without bothering with things like housekeeping etc, as nothing was going to matter for a few days! Of course, this mum was very, very, lucky that when she had her subsequent babies, either her own dear mum, or her DH, could stay with her, and take care of the other children, and make "mum" cups of tea, and sandwiches etc, whenever the new mum fancied them. My mentor said that she wished all new mums - whatever their circumstances - would just spend as much time as possible in the first few weeks, concentrating on their new baby, and any other young children they had, keeping them clean, fed and watered, and most of all, loved, and just be as relaxed as possible about an untidy home, or un-ironed clothes (yes, that was at a time when we still had irons in our homes!), or any visitors - she would tell new mums to only allow in any visitors who would make themselves useful, washing dishes, or running a vacuum cleaner over the most trafficked areas of the floor, putting a clothes wash on, and making their own cups of tea and coffee, and making them for the new mum too. She also encouraged new single mums, with no-one else to help at all, to try to only do the most necessary jobs, and to sleep whenever the baby did, and to ring her up if they ever felt overwhelmed.
So, I suppose I am hoping that @Erlisk will read this, and start to understand that community health workers are not usually the enemy - unless of course they are wearing an expensive, dry clean only, velvet jacket 😈