I watched the first episode through my fingers and I don't know if I can watch the second. It brought back too many memories.
I have siblings in the double numbers, and all I could do was listen to those younger children from the family of 15 and nod. The noise, the lack of peace, the constant fights, the ganging up, the inter family politics, the responsibility for looking after the younger ones.... Ugghh.
When I had my DD the midwives commented quite frequently about how competent and relaxed about caring for my baby I was, despite being an older mother. That's because by the time I was 7 I could make up some formula, warm a bottle, feed, change a nappy (cloth with pins in those days) bath and dress a newborn with competence. Like all of my siblings I put off having a family until I was well into my 30's. We all knew, only too well what looking after a baby entails. I had already effectively parented my younger siblings, I needed to get over the experience before I felt up to voluntarily doing it for myself.
I live 12000 miles away from most of my family. And that's the way I like it. We are, as a bunch, remarkably non-communicative. The sibling I see most often rings me about twice a year, and only then because he wants to crash on my sofa for a few days. It's not that I don't like them (well, apart from one who I positively loathe) but I just don't see any reason to socialise with them. They are, for the most part, exactly the same. One brother went incommunicado for 10 years. These parents who have large families in the hope of creating a strong family bond and never being lonely may find themselves sadly mistaken in later years.