I was on a post natal ward in a side room for 2 weeks bedrest prior to a planned CS. Got told that i would be moved to a ward after CS - I begged not to be. It was so the midwives 'could keep an eye on me'. Woke up from CS in a ward - the staff had moved all my things from the private room to the ward (and left some of my items in the private room which then had someone else in it). Got told there were some 'lovely ladies' on the ward (new mums).
The ward was hell on earth. These wards do not follow the laws of night and day. People with 10 visitors round the bed. Patients on phones having LOUD convos. I couldn't move. Got wheeled to the loo by an auxiliary who then left the toilet door open while I had to wee into a measuring jug. She then held it up to the light 'oh there's blood in there!" All the while male visitors were walking past.
I tried to get up to reach DD and nearly passed out with the pain, had to hold onto the bed before I collapsed. The pain was awful, I said swear words I didn't know I knew! No-one came. The 'lovely ladies' just glared at me.
Midwife came to my bed while my dad was visiting and asked 'what state my sanitary towel was in'. I was in tears through a combination of: pain, embarrassment, throwing up anything I tried to eat, hormones, noise, you name it. Luckily my sister came to visit and still had her paramedic uniform on and demanded I got moved to a side room. I got moved. A private room is bliss and worth every penny. I stayed there 5 nights.
Luckily this was my third DC so I knew what I was doing with regards to baby care. If I'd not known what needed doing, then I would have been scared to death, no practical help whatsoever or how to hold baby after a CS (previous 2 had been VB).
My grown up Dd plans to have a baby next year. I hope she doesn't have the same hospital experiences as me.