Ok, here's the story from both points of view:
DH: My wife was in hospital all week. I've had to do all the Nursery drop offs and share pick ups with her parents. I've looked after our 2 yr old son and he's happy. I visited her and brought our son to her. It was her birthday while she was in there and when she got home there were flowers,wine and chocolates on the table, she just stared at them and went to bed. She's been rather grumpy all week and I'm tired with working and doing everything. I feel unappreciated.
Mine: I'm 7/8 months pregnant and was in hospital all week. DH visited twice, bringing our son once. As it was an emergency admission I didn't have stuff to sleep in etc (the gown I wore on the HDU wasn't suitable once I was up and about on another ward as the back barely stayed closed). I was also bored witless without a charge on my phone or reading material. I had to ask my mum to bring stuff as I didn't want to wait until the next day for suitable clothes as there were lots of men visiting. I got home to a house like a pigsty, everything that had been used from clothes to plates lay where it was finished with. I also asked her to visit on the first night as I felt alone and scared with all the fuss on the HDU, DH was putting our son to bed and tired after work. To be fair I wasn't at serious risk but just emotional. The only clear surface when I got home was the table with flowers (hayfever!) wine (pregnant) and chocolate (the secondary reason for my admission was severe sickness in pregnancy and dehydration from it). There is no food and the 2 yr old was wearing the very last nappy. My parents shared pretty much 50% of the childcare whilst I was on the ward. I normally do close to 100% and work full time. I am now cleaning the house because I can't bear to look at it. I feel like I've been kicked in the teeth, I do so bloody much and generally don't mind it and the fact I was the least visited on the ward and got home to this is really upsetting.