I had a horrific time in hospital both during induction and post-natally - to the point that I am seriously considering getting sterilised so I never have to go through birth again.
My induction took 5 days, during which time I was on the deliver unit (and delivery bed thingy) and slept about 5 hours total in 5 days (and was looked after by 12 different midwives). On day 5 I had an EMCS as I had just about given up and could hardly talk with pain (failed epidural, syntocinon running for 16 hours, not working) and exhaustion.
On transfer to post-natal ward, I was first put in ante-natal ward as no space in post-natal. I was continually told that I needed to get up and out of bed and pass urine, although I still had my catheter in. When I asked for it to be removed, they told me they would do it asap - 2 hours later, I got my husband to go and ask for a syringe (I'm a nurse, deal with catheters on a daily basis) so that I could take it out myself and eventually someone came to do it. 4 hours later, I was transferred to a 6 bed (think it should have been 4 bed) bay on the post-natal ward which was about 30 degrees and had the heating on. DD cried a lot both nights (as babies do), even when held - and instead of helping me, I had 2 different care assistants pull my curtain back and huff at me because dd was crying (I was trying to sooth her, just wasn't working). I cried the whole of the second night as I hadn't slept for 7 days and dd wouldn't stop crying. I was scared because when I was holding dd, I kept dozing off and was terrified I would drop her. A MW suggested that they put the bed rails up, to protect me and her, but I was then stuck, with my buzzer not being answered, desperate for a wee and trapped in bed.
After complaining that I felt that I was going to faint everytime I stood up, I was told to get on with it as I had just had a baby, and that's why I felt faint. Before I left (self-discharged after dd was given ok), a MW took my blood, and was found that my Hb was so low, it was borderline whether a blood transfusion was necessary or not - was sent home with iron (which worked fortunately).
The biggest problem for me was the complete lack of compassion or empathy shown for me. I'm a nurse, I understand what it is to be so manic that you don't think that you are doing a decent enough job. And I can understand waiting ages for meds / bp checks etc. What I just don't get is that no matter what, if you are speaking to someone, you can be pleasant and sympathetic in the same time it takes to be rude. Unfortunately, I only experienced compassion when the MW who was arranging my discharge told me she'd looked through my notes and as I had such a hard time, she would advise me to go to the after-birth counselling service. When I did go, I was so affected that I couldn't even step foot in the hospital - the counsellor arranged a room outside the main building for me.
Thank you for starting this thread - it's feels cathartic to write some of my experience down now. I never complained, although the counsellor I saw suggested I did and told me that she was going to use my case as a learning scenario for service improvement because she felt my care was sub-standard. Every time I try to write down my experience to complain, I end up crying and can never finish it, and now I'm maybe able to deal with it, I feel that 2 years later it's too late.