There’s not a single abdominal operation that a man would have where he’d be given, reluctantly, only paracetamol afterwards.
I worked with a woman who went into labour early with twins. She ended up with a tear from the first one then needed a c-section for the second. Two paracetamol was her post op pain relief, and even then it took over an hour from when she asked to when it arrived
When I had my last DC my only pain relief post section was two paracetamol. The anaesthetist had actually written me up for diclofenac but the ward staff looking after me decided I didn't need it. The day after my section I was in so much pain I couldn't get out of bed and ended up needing morphine just to get from the bed to the chair. The nurse on duty was so pissed off at me because it meant I couldn't go home that day, she told me I could stay one more night and then if I wanted to stay longer I would need to arrange to go elsewhere (i.e., contact other postnatal units myself to see if any would take me). I told her I'd love to go home but was in a lot more pain than I expected and based on my previous two sections which were uncomfortable afterwards but no where near as bad as that. Her response was "you've had a section, of course you're going to be in pain". I was discharged the following day, was told I couldn't have the diclofenac I'd been written up for and hadn't had yet as it wasn't allowed to be sent home with me, and was given a blister pack of four paracetamol "to tide you over until you or your husband can go to the shop for a box of your own". I had an awful night of increasing pain that, shockingly, the paracetamol wasn't touching and rang my GP in tears first thing the next morning. My GP was horrified, wrote me up for Naproxen, I threw up the first dose and the second dose and was really sleepy so she wrote me up for diclofenac instead. I carried on getting increasing pain and on day five post-delivery I was clearly unwell. I was sleepy, freezing cold, I felt bloated, I couldn't eat or drink as the thought of even putting water in my mouth disgusted me, and I felt all wrong. I rang the postnatal ward who told me I had probably caught a bug from my children and to get some rest. I started vomiting and shivering so rang them again, they said I had probably food poisoning and to drink some water. Twelve hours later, despite not eating or drinking for 24hrs, I was still vomiting (brown bile by that point) and despite a vest, a t-shirt, fleece pyjamas, a dressing gown, a fleece blanket, and a duvet I was shivering and complaining of being cold. I have never felt so cold in my life. When I started chatting shite to people who weren't there DH rang the out of hours doctor who came straight out to the house based on the symptoms he described, she took a cursory examination and rang an ambulance because I had sepsis. If I'd been listened to at the "I'm in more pain than I expected" stage then it would never had progressed that far. I had a piece of placenta still inside me, my womb hadn't contracted down at all and was still level with the bottom of my ribs, and I was so unwell by then that they couldn't even go in to remove it as the infection risk was too high. They gave me antibiotics and support measures and then had to wait and see if I responded before they could do anything about removing it, thankfully I did respond but then the retained piece came away via a secondary PPH which set me back again. I was in hospital for a week on IV antibiotics and then a further ten days of two different oral antibiotics to take at home.
By comparison when I had my gallbladder out last year I was given painkillers before going to theatre so that they'd be in my system ahead of time, when I woke up and mumbled "it hurts" they were shooting morphine into my IV before I'd even finished saying it and I was given a shot glass of Oramorph to top me off. On the ward they checked on me regularly, I was wheelchaired to the loo because they said it wasn't a good idea to walk, and they brought regular painkillers to keep me topped off as they said I shouldn't let them wear off until I was feeling better. I was given a bag to take home containing liquid morphine, paracetamol, ibuprofen, and diclofenac. I had open access to rhe ward for a week after and when I rang the next day to say one of my wounds had opened they told me to come straight up, dressed it, shot it with some local anaesthetic, and got me to have a little rest on the bed before going home. I had three follow up phone calls over the first week where they rang me to check everything was okay. When one of my wounds got mildly infected I had antibiotics within thirty minutes of me saying "I think this one isn't healing right". It was worlds away from my previous experience of surgery and really highlighted the differences between general medicine/surgery and women's medicine/surgery.
One of the biggest improvements that could be made to maternity care is to individualise it. Instead of setting up a standard, actually listen to each woman about what she wants from her care, what type of birth would be best for her own circumstances, what pain relief she wants, what postnatal care she expects, and then follow through with it.b