Show of Hands I'm so sorry for what you went through. I also am so angry still at my postnatal hospital experience. I also had a section and recieved no help with breastfeeding. In fact after being wheeled down from my section and GA, I was put on a ward with 5 other mothers - all of whom were bottle feeding their babies.
The nurses policy was to take their babies away during the night and to give them bottles when needed to allow the mothers to rest.
As I struggled groggily to get my two babies to latch on in a cramped single bed, they understandably cried as the latching proved difficult and I got tenser and tenser. I rang probably 3-4 times that night for help and by the second time was offered formula and told that was the best solution.
One of the nurses informed me the next day that I was disturbing the other mothers and that if I was determined to try and breastfeed I should find a quiet room to do it in at nighttime.
Looking back now, if I was rested and not so vulnerable I would have told her where to go. At the time I was so tired and miserable and wired from lack of sleep for several days, the section and the GA that at 1am-6am the next night I huddled by myself in the little common room trying to feed my babies and crying my eyes out.
During the day I would try and sleep and the other mothers would have the tv on, be talking around my bed and the reception desk would be competing for noise with their radio - I thought I was going mad by the end of the week - I have never been so glad as I was to get home.
When I went for my first shower I also left blood all over the shower floor. Having just fainted, I hadn't exactly had time to clean up. THe midwife who found me collapsed on the bathroom floor helped me come around and then tutted at the mess and said this would be a fine mess for someone to clear up.
I remember thinking - why do they have to be so unpleasant? So cold and heartless, like i'm just a huge inconvinenence. I asked them to show me how to change a nappy and they said if someone had time, and then carried on chatting at reception for the next half hour.
My blood pressure was sky high but the nurse doing it wasn't bothered when I said that worried me. I had a student doctor looking after my care who kept asking me about my blood transfusion (which it turned out I hadn't had) and whether my rhesus injection had been done. All my notes were also a mass of lies - I hadn't been shown how to do any of the things like bathing a baby that they'd ticked had been done and they also said that breastfeeding had been fine and fully supported!
I'm so sorry - I don't mean to hijack your thread. I wanted to just clumsily say that I understand a little the sorrow of your postnatal hospital experience - how vulnerable and miserable you feel. I'm pregnant again and dreading the hospital experience and it's a relief to just write down my feelings!
I also had a kind samaritan in a student midwife who had observed in the last few days of my pregnancy. She was the only one who could be bothered to change my pad and came and sat with me in the common room when her shift had ended on my third night of exile! I can't thank her enough for her kindness.
I wish I could get my DH to understand just how miserable it was and why I'm so worried about this time. Luckily it's a different hospital so fingers crossed it will be a whole different experience!