I was chucked out 14 hours after my last section.
I honestly thought they were joking when they came round with the paper work. She was born at 9pm and by midday the next day, I was at home.
It was during covid and no one would help me out the hospital and dh wasn’t allowed in. I had to carry dd and my bag (which I had hardly opened, didn’t have time and I was in too much pain to get dressed, just went home in my dressing gown), through the hospital to the front door.
I almost collapsed on dh, he said I looked like I was about to drop walking down the corridor struggling with a baby and a bag but the security guard wouldn’t let him in to help me, ‘cos covid.
Still, it was better than my first one where I starved for three days. I had complications and was on a drip with a catheter. They wouldn’t bring me food to the bed, said I had to walk to the dining room but I was attached to things so couldn’t. When I said that, they shrugged their shoulders and walked off. Ex husband was a useless tosser who wouldn’t bring any food in as the midwives said I should be eating there, he said he wasn’t going to help me if I wasn’t going to help myself. I couldn’t win with any of them. When I could finally stand up, after 3 days of no food or water I fainted and haemorrhaged. Then some wanker of a midwife had a go at me for getting blood all over the floor.
Women always tell horrific stories of shit care. If your dog went in for surgery and was treated like that, you’d raise hell with the vet. But nothing changes for women.