I completely relate to that want2b. I was in hospital for five with DD1 and it was a really tough time.
DD was in a different ward and was so tiny all she did was sleep in her incubator. She had to be tube fed every 3 hours, so I had to set my alarm, go through to her ward, top up her tube and then go back to my room to express. I couldn't sleep. I was in a room on my own and it was very lonely staring at the same 4 walls all day. In the morning they'd wake me up, insist I got dressed and did not go back to bed. I was exhausted!
After 5 weeks later she was allowed in my room, though she still slept all the time. I remember the midwives would come in and strip off her clothes, shake her, dangle her upside down and ram my nipple into her mouth.
Finally another midwife threw me a lifeline and said that breastfeeding wasn't for everyone. By the next morning I was like a new person skipping about the corridor with my hair done! Then another midwife criticised me for 'giving up so easily' 😡.
When DD2 was born I had more of the same: midwives barging in deciding that now was the perfect time to get baby to latch on - when she was sound asleep! Que the stripping and shaking routine.
This time I'll tell them politely to piss off! 