My first child was born in 1982 in Kent. I was staying with my sister and family as my husband was Maltese and we moved to Malta when DD1 was three weeks old.
So, my mum was very supportive but didn’t interfere at all.
No mum or MiL present at birth - fathers only allowed.
Nobody in waiting room or visited on day one.
I stayed in hospital for a week (usual with first babies) then spent two weeks at my sister’s. Loved it. DH and I were given so much support and I didn’t want to go to Malta and leave my sister.
Stayed at mum’s in Malta whilst DH drove overland with car loaded with baby stuff, all given to me by sister who had three children.
Moved to our home when baby was a month old. Mum came to help regularly but it was very amicable and not expected.
DH’s parents were not hands on at all. We visited them once in a blue moon which suited us all!
Didn’t need childcare, I was a SAHM and baby was breastfed. No sleepovers until she was around two by which time DD2 was born.
No idea if their expectations matched mine. I did not expect anyone but myself to look after my babies. I had been a nursery nurse so was thrilled to have my own to look after for a change.
My mum was a wonderful grandmother and all four of my children adored her and loved spending time with her. I never left them with anyone else when they were young and mum was always happy to babysit so we could have a night out. She offered, we didn’t assume.
A heat warning, if one were even needed.
I hope the new PM is kind to Larry the Cat



