I have to say that being on a postnatal ward after an EMCS was by far the worst experience of my entire life.
It was noisy, bright, endless screaming babies and sobbing mothers, my bed was the nearest to the midwife station - all night long there was inane chatter about 'celeb gossip' and the noise of them munching on takeaways.
Some people on here have said that it's nice to have the other mums to chat to, and nosey at each others babies. I couldn't think of anything I'd rather have less, I'm not in the slightest bit interested in chatting to other mums, or look at their babies. I just want to be clean, in a quiet room with my baby and a midwife to call upon if needed. Unfortunately a private birth & aftercare at around £10k is well out of my reach...
The midwives were rude, brusque and generally uncaring. After spending 8 hours on a recovery ward where the anaesthetic was keeping me immobile, I was refused help in changing my baby, I couldn't even sit up to pick him up, let alone change him.
Then I was made to get up and told to wait for the transfer to the postnatal ward. By this stage it was 1am and I had been waiting for 3 hours on the edge of my bed hoping to be transferred so that I could go and get some sleep. No sign of the postnatal ward midwife, and the recovery ward midwife was getting increasingly rude. In the end I walked over to the postnatal ward myself, carrying my catheter and baby, and started crying with exhaustion.
When the postnatal midwife eventually found me a bed (2am....10 hours after my CS), the recovery ward midwife came after me and started shouting at me for having had the nerve to take matters into my own hands.
At 8am the next morning I was told to go and have a shower, with catheter and told that nobody would watch my baby during my shower. Clearly I refused to go and have a shower if nobody was going to mind my 16 hour old baby. So I ended up waiting for my DH to come in, which was around 6pm, as he had to work that day. I ended up showering with my catheter, which was unbelievably uncomfortable.
The communal bathroom for the postnatal ward was incredibly dirty, with blood on the floor and basins. I was refused a towel, which means I ended up using one of the cotton blankets for the baby as a towel (I didn't take a towel with me in hospital as I stupidly thought they might provide one!)
I spent 3 nights in that hellhole, otherwise known at the Chelsea & Westminster postnatal ward. Never ever again. By the end I was crying with despair, and kept begging to go home.
What I know now, is that you can discharge yourself as soon as you feel you're ok and that you don't have to wait for the whim of the midwife on duty to take pity on you and process your exit papers.
Next time?? Homebirth I hope.