I had my DD in 1994 and spent 4 nights on the postnatal ward. I was only 21 and the birth process and pain was a huge unexpected shock, no internet to research other experiences and know what to expect. Had a normal delivery but was completely drained and exhausted after which didn't improve, I just wanted to sleep.
My MIL then overheard ward sister telling the other nurses not to give me any help as she thought I was faking it. Couldn't even lift baby without help and trying to breastfeed alone was a nightmare.
DH now ex couldn't drive and was limited to a long bus journey and spending only a couple of hours a day with me. Physically couldn't pee for the first 24 hours so had a catheter in.
Saving grace was a lovely night nurse who was so sympathetic and brilliant I cried when she first came. After couple of days of being treated like scum by the day staff I fell unconscious and caused major panic.
Doctor shouting at the ward sister because he wasn't called in earlier and they'd left me in that state. 24 hours blood transfusion later I was fine and discharged. Midwife walking me out mak8ng bitchy comments 'heard you caused quite a stir, well I wonder when you lost all that blood'
Whole thing caused problems bonding with DD to start with, pmt leading to depression and anorexia over the next 2-3 years.
Complained to HV and apparently it went back to the hospital but never heard anymore. Always thought having a good experience with a second child would help but never happened.