Hi lookout 
We are not trained to parents nor are we perfect at being parents. Its a true saying the older you get the wiser you get....
I was scared stiff when my daughter was born, I honestly did not know how to change her nappy or how to feed her. I tell you I was so worried about that side of it. No wonder we get this PND when we have children because we are not prepared for it. I was frightened to death of bathing her for the first time, in case she slipped or I broke her arm by holding her. They say parenthood is based on instinct, but I had not got a clue what to do...and when my dear Gran explained things to me it made me worse...lol It sounded like I had to tie knots and throttle her while changing her nappy...no disposables then....we had Zorbit....washed by hand with Lux flakes that made your hands bleed....oh and napisan...Those were the days..I remember looking at her all the time and the slightest cry I used to pick her up...then came the floor pacing during the night and the daytime, the cries were horrendous...I knew something was wrong...yep trapped wind!!!! and the more she cried the more it became trapped...until one almighty burp and then fast asleep she was...bless...

Yes,,Patti,,difficult times.There's no handbook supplied with a child. I was okay,because I had my nurse's training under my belt,,though you're still not prepared for their individualities and differences in characteristics when bringing them up the same.
I had no trouble with the children,,even the " ready-made " ones when my own came along because they all blended. Probably because I didn't show any difference in the two which weren't my biological ones.
I was strict,but fair,,and they were all well behaved.
However,,I changed my stance with the g/children,,,and what a difference that made. They did exactly what they liked,and I couldn't do a thing about it because they weren't mine. An entirely different set of rules were cobbled up by their parents. Instead of me being used to " landing out " when they threw tantrums,,they were left to their own devices to act out their aggression which invariably led to the destruction of a toy,or worse,,a kick in the shins of the parents. Ye Gods,,I used to be mortified.
How they've all grown up to be well-balanced individuals mystifies me to this day.
