It’s a double edged sword.
My first baby, back in the dark ages, fathers were allowed 8am - 8pm and there were strict visiting hours for everyone else. it was a bit shit as the care was abysmal (before the tories), I’d had a section, ds taken to nicu, told I had to get up and walk to the dining area if I wanted to eat, I was left for 6 hours in a pool of blood in bed overnight as they were “too busy” to help me. So if dh had been there, he would have helped me at least.
Second baby, fathers were allowed on ward all the time. I was still alone as dh had to be at home with ds, and the men on the ward made it awful. Noisy, inconsiderate, loudly complaining, walking into the wrong cubicle while women were being examined or breastfeeding, using the loo and shower that they weren’t supposed to, snoring all night.
I had my last baby in lockdown. Again, I would have been on my own anyway as dh had to look after the other two, but for me, no fathers and no visitors at all cluttering up the ward was bliss.
well, apart from being treated like a piece of shit on the midwives shoes, again. There was a problem with the kitchens, they couldn’t get enough supplies delivered. So the food was even more dire than usual. I’m coeliac and there was nothing for me to eat, bar an apple. I was told “gluten for a couple of days won’t hurt.” Fuck me, imagine being glutened after a section, I would have been praying for death on the one working toilet on the ward and in no fit state to look after a baby.
They wouldn’t let anyone order a takeaway or have relatives drop food at the door because, “covid, it’s too risky” but the midwives and HCAs sat stuffing their faces with free pizza and pasta delivered by the local take away, cakes and chocolates from local businesses “for the nhs heros” while women who had just given birth went hungry.
We all complained. But, you know, “covid.”