My catheter was removed once I could get out of bed with help, 12 hours post op. It occurred to me a couple of hours later that no-one had changed his nappy since his first was put on, so I did it. I had to ask for cotton wool, it was brought to me, but no offer of help (to be fair I didnt ask either I wanted to "take ownership" of my baby by caring for him).
That evening (20 hours after op) I was told off for wearing my own pants (no hospital ones provided) and not taking pain meds (none had been brought to me). The next evening the same MW told me off for changing him myself. Morning of day 2, no-one brought me breakfast - there was a kitchen down the hall which I was supposed to be using as I was "up", but I was in agony after a rough night and couldn't face pushing the crib and walking that far. I kept expecting someone to come by when they weren't busy, like the day before, then it got to 12 and DH arrived. I was given a baby bath on request on day 3, but not an offer to fill it or help.
I only got help with BF when I asked, it wasn't until the second night that I was shown how to feed lying down, although a MW had seen me struggling to feed "sat up", and told me I couldnt raise my bed any further to help.
I should make it clear I'm not complaining (except maybe about the pants telling off), that's just how it was, the midwives and assistants were professional and never refused me help when asked.
Ultimately I think it's a case of the squeaking wheel getting the oil. I am sure if I had asked regularly, the help was there, it was just not offered. I noticed as I left that some mums had clocks outside their rooms saying "please help me to nurse at this time" which I thought was nice. I didn't know that service was available. I think they assumed I was fine.
I think you have to not be afraid to call them if you need help, even if it's just a second pair of hands, it's too easy to push yourself too hard. I felt like I was imposing if I called, but if they are busy with someone more needy, they will tell you and pop back when they can.
I also wish I had made it clear to DH I needed him there all day. I was sensitive to his dislike of hospitals (after recently watching both his parents die), so I didnt challenge him breezing in at lunchtime after a late night xbox session (insomnia) and a lie in, but I had no-one else and I should have made it clear that my need was greater.
Ultimately, ask for help, from HCPs, friends, family, breastfriends supporters, a doula. You deserve to be taken care of, and if they really can't, they can say no.