I'm 19 weeks pregnant and passed out a couple of days ago, smashed my face and bump on bathroom unit and floor.
Luckily DH was home so drove me straight to A&E. I waited an hour to be triaged, I was then put on a bed in the corridor next to the ambulance entrance so the doors were constantly open, I was shivering it was so cold. It took another hour to have bloods taken and a cannula fitted, 3 hours for a Dr to see me and they put a rehydration drip up. I waited another 3 hours before I was taken to the maternity ward.
It was 11pm at this point. I'd just fallen asleep up on the ward when we were all woken up for our beds to be moved onto the postnatal ward as not enough drs, nurses or midwives to cover both departments. At 9am we were moved back.
It was at that point I realised that none of us had been given so much as a cup of water or a jug. They came round and offered bread and butter or weetabix/cornflakes. There was no yoghurts, fruit, no option for toast.
I could go on but it's dire and I feel so so sorry for every single member of staff I come into contact with, they seemed stressed, tired, sad but still put on a smile for me and tried to make me laugh. I'll always be grateful for our NHS staff.