I was in 3 nights.
Day 1 - DD was born at 9.30 in the morning. I had been induced so in effect had been in labour for about 22 hours and had emCS. I had morphine and all three of us slept all day. DH went and found food early evening then wnet home. Lay there half the night adoring the sleeping angel in her plastic crib and was totally in shock that she was actually MINE. (She might have been more drowsy because of the pethidine?)
Day 2 - I woke up feeling so grotty, dirty and starving! Had a catheter. Was gasping for a cup of tea, so as noone came when I rang the buzzer, got out of bed (quite uncomfortable but doable, and wheeled dd, and the catheter thingy to the breakfast room. Had breakfast and did new baby admiring.
Wheeled everything back to room and did some more adoring of my new born! They came and removed catheter, and i nervously tried a wee. No probs. My sister turned up. She watched dd while i went and had a shower. I looked like death warmed up! We tried to DO breastfeeding. There's nothing so humilating as your sister (3 dcs under her belt) fiddling with your tits! Nothing doing - dd just got cross.
DH came back and visited, then went home again. Dd really woke up at the point for the first time really and screamed and screamed. I couldn't even reach to pick her up. BIG new mummy angst! Nice, lovely nurse came and took her away and brought her back in clean clothes, nappy, fed. Heavenly sleep.
Day 3 - more vague. DH came back. Asked someone about BF. A strange woman fiddled with my tits a bit more. Still nothing doing. Had enough with tit fiddling. Gave dd some more formula and sent dh to tescos to buy bottles/SMA/steriliser etc. Friends came to visit.
Day 4 - realised that I was totally bored and there was no medical reason that we had to stay there. Asked to go home. No bother. Paed checks etc and DH collected us at lunchtime. His entire family arrived to manhandle dd whilst i sat there in total shock!
After that it was all fine! The painkillers did their job. I found I was a bit jittery around teatime - probably related to the codeine. I used to go and have a bath and get DH to bring me a G&T - that helped a lot. I was a little bit uncomfortable, but pretty much it was business as usual, certainly after say day 7.