A little over 10 years ago, my main job was to take our daughter, Caitlin, out of the Midlands Regional Hospital in her new car seat and not drop her on the way through the car park. I remember looking at her in the rearview mirror and thinking, “So that’s it? She’s ours now?” There was no parenting pop quiz before we left the place. No oath of allegiance or retina scans. We were parents. This was our child. We had to scoot home as more babies were on their way.