One told me off about being brought in by ambulance... At 8 months pregnant. After I had collapsed and fainted after vomiting while in absolute agony and my husband watched me totally collapse on the bathroom floor. He called the ambulance oddly enough 
I went in for the same thing a few weeks later (by taxi this time!) only to be sent home for 'not being in enough pain'. I was also in full blown labour when they sent me home with contractions lasting 2 minutes with 30 seconds between them and was crawling out the main door sobbing.
Turns out I was having a gallstone attack and had severe preeclamsia too that the 'consultant' described as 'the baby's head being in my ribs'... which was odd as he had been engaged in my pelvis for a frigging week and had been head down his entire gestation
I nearly lamped him.
I had a home birth. With gas and air. But nearly died from blood loss afterwards so was transferred back in. My elective midwife (a service offered locally to the area) was a superstar and got me transferred immediately and had to correct the midwives there several times upon arrival. Turned out they had been phoning me several hours later after sending me home (in full blown labour) to come in and be induced
because my protein levels were sky high - No shit when you have a huge gallstone stuck and early stage liver failure
. Except they were calling my mobile when I was giving birth ... to induce me ... and it wasn't exactly with me in the birthing pool.
The midwives who treated me on the ward were lovely, but that was because they had to be nice after such a huge fuck up. The MIU or whatever that area is called is ABYSMAL and probably do 10x more harm than good. No one would listen when I said my BP was normally very low so a 'normal' BP would be very high for me and that my swollen feet were not just fat, they were severely swollen (I have very skinny legs and feet even though I'm a bigger girl). No one listened when I said I was in agony and genuinely terrified and felt like I was going to die.
A majority of the midwives and 'natal staff we saw were dismissive, lazy, think they 'knew' they were right, when they were very very wrong, and the worst 'specialists' I have ever had the pleasure of being treated by - and have been the main starting point for the shittest year of my life and my PTSD that has me waking up screaming and sobbing every other night. Which they could have prevented on that first night... instead of giving me two pain killers and basically telling me to piss off out.
And I hope they read this, I really, really do. And I hope they think twice next time. And I hope they go to sleep worrying about it.
Before they kill a mother or a child through dismissiveness. Or worse, both.