I like to think I brought my children up according to my intuitive instinct, which, to be honest, was much more difficult than parenting according to ancestral advice, guidance from doctors or books.
It was harder because it involved ‘well you’ll be sorry’ glances from probably well-meaning relatives, who thought it was their way or the highway.
It was harder because it involved trial and (a lot) of minor errors. It was harder because if you want a quiet life, you have to remove yourself from certain circles.
I didn’t set out with any objectives. Knowing we were expecting twins, my only hope was to deliver them safely, and then keep us all alive.
I bought them cots and slings, but had no plans to do cry-it-out or attachment parenting. I had read books on both, and although attachment parenting sounded more up my street, two babies in my bed, baby-wearing and on demand, full-term breastfeeding, free birthing to cloth nappies, no nappies? Some concessions would be necessary