This was happening 25 years ago.
First baby, I went to the maternity ward after being in slow labour for 24 hours. I was checked, spoken to like I was a piece of dirt as if clearly turned up too soon. I was taken to a ward where there was a bare mattress. Told to make up my own bed by taking sheets from an empty side room. DH was with me but they sent him home - they weren’t willing for us to use the side room.
Midnight, after having lots of pains but totally being ignored my water broke so i called the buzzer, no response whatsoever so i walked to the nurses desk as they were all sat round that laughing and making noise. I was shouted at for making a mess on the floor with my waters!
Sent back to bed, they were so nasty and impatient with me, one of them came and at 3am they examined me as I was in a lot of pain and was told baby was back to back and his head was swelling.
Again I was left, terrified, desperately thirsty but at this point I was too scared to annoy them any further. I walked back and fore to the loo all night, waters draining, I had to walk past the nurses station each time and not once did any of them ask whether I was ok.
7am and I was I tears, desperate for them to call DH to come and be with me. Cue more eye rolling, was given a TENS machine which did nothing.
DH came and suddenly they were all smiles, I was taken to the delivery suite where at 6pm after a failed ventouse and forceps my 9lb son was born.
It affected me for years.