How often did you stare into the screwed up, screaming face of your baby and think despairingly, ‘what on earth am I doing? I can’t do this - I am a terrible parent’? I thought that roughly once every three minutes during the first few weeks of my daughter’s life. I’d had a horrible birth - 48 hours of labour culminating in an emergency C-section , alarms clanging, a room full of doctors with panic in their eyes. A consent form thrust at me as I lay paralysed from the waist down on a narrow