I sound like a dinosaur now. Our first son was born in 1963, at home, with the midwife visiting. I was a stay at home mum, and never considered going back to work. We had moved miles away from my parents, to a house that we could afford. I remember sitting on the floor crying, with loneliness, before our son was born, and if my sister in law had not been nearby, I don't know how I would have managed.
We had no car, and the bus was hourly , so I walked miles with our big coach built pram.
Baby no 2 was born in 1966, again at home, but by then I had made a circle of friends, mostly through the Church.
There were no meetings in tea/coffee shops, but sometimes at home. Our neighbours were all older than us, but extremely good to me as a new mum.
We moved away in 1968, by which time we had aquired a car, but used mostly by DH for work. I thought we had come to the ends of the earth. New estate, roads not made up, so pushchair pushing was difficult. yes, I remember Pippa Dee parties and Tupperware etc, but there wasn't the social scene as nowadays.
Luckily all our new neighbours had young families, and so we made very good friends, and had the baby sitting groups, using tokens as payment.
Forward to 1975, another baby , born in hospital this time, as I was considered an older mother.
Also I had got involved with a group and we set up a nursery school, that is still going strong today. I joined NAWCH and later NWR.
Now we are grandparents to 7 and great-grandparents to 3.
I loved my young mum life, but wouldn't want to go back in time. But, looking back I can see how lucky I was to be able to have that time at home with all our children.
I see how my daughter worked and had her two in nursery from tiny babies. Both our daughter-in-laws, have been lucky enough to be stay at home mums, but their lives have been so different from mine. not necessarily better though.