My god, things have changed for the worse! The modern post-natal ward sounds absolutely horrendous!
It was very different 40 years ago, when I had my first baby. I was in the local maternity hospital (long since closed, sadly). First timers were booked in for 10 days, although very few of us actually stayed that long. The wards had 6 beds each and were very spacious. There was a gap of at least 10 feet between beds.
The post natal wards were run by a matron, with numerous NNEB nursery nurses to help the new mothers. It was run to a strict routine. Lights out strictly at 10.00pm and silence on the wards. All the babies were wheeled down the corridor into the nursery, which was staffed by a couple of nursery nurses. When your baby woke in the night, one of the nurses would creep into the ward and gentle wake you up, and you'd put dressing gown on and go to the nursery to feed and change your baby. There was a lot of camerarderie there. If a mum was struggling, others would help and console.
The day began at 5.45am on the wards. The lights would go on and the tea trolley trundled in. We were all woken and given a cup of tea, regardless of whether or not we had been up for most of the night with a fractious baby! At 6.00am, the babies were wheeled back into the ward, supposedly for the first feed of the day. Some did feed but most didn't, as they were fed on demand and not to schedule. The hospital actually encouraged demand feeding, yet still kept to the old schedule.
Visiting hours were one hour in the afternoon, I think 2.30 till 3.30, and two hours in the evening from 6.30 till 8.30, for everyone, including husbands/partners. The visiting times were strictly enforced. Cups of tea for mums and visitors were supplied at 2.30pm. At 3.30pm, there was a quiet time until 5.00pm, so mums could rest.
During our stay, we were taught how to breastfeed, how to bath the baby, how to fold and put on a nappy (terry squares and pins!) etc. The Registrar visited every few days, so we also registered the baby's birth there. We were given menu cards in the evening, to choose our meals for the following day.
I can only imagine the hellish experience that happens now! No wonder everyone wants to go home as soon as possible!