First baby: visiting times strictly imposed, no visitors before 12. Mornings were for the new mothers to rest, chat, get a shower in peace.
Last baby: no overnight stays, thank goodness, but open season for partners visiting during the day. Woke up the morning after my section to find the partner of Mrs Opposite Bed plonked across from me. He was fine, but it was disconcerting.
The partner of the next occupant of that bed wasn't so pleasant, he stared at me as I tried to feed my baby, and there was a floor length window at the end of the bay, beside my bed. When I was able to get up, the midwives helped me to a chair beside my bed. I had a catheter in and they'd my nightie rolled up. He kept coming over "to look out the window" aka hovering round me as I sat naked from the waist down, legs akimbo. I wasn't sure if I could make it back to the bed without exposing myself more, so sat there trying to cover myself up.
Then the partner of the woman in the bed beside me made loud comments about having to hear me eat through the curtain - he was sitting about a foot away with the curtain between us. Apparently I was "fucking noisy". I ended up leaving most of my food because I was so embarrassed.
Before I had kids, I would have said that women who are "funny" about men being around them in that sort of setting were being old fashioned, prudish, precious. I've never minded being examined by a male doctor etc. As I get older, I've changed my mind. Of course women need support after birth, but more staff is the answer, not someone's clueless hubby. Everyone rushes to claim their Nigel is lovely etc, and if all the men on wards were lovely then there wouldn't be a problem. But you only have to read this thread, or the relationships board, to see how many dick heads there are,and I doubt any of them would be more use in a maternity ward than they are once they get home and leave everything to their wife