If everyone were given a single en-suite room then maybe, otherwise no.
I was actually frightened of the man whose partner had the bed opposite mine.
Husbands and partners were allowed to visit from 8am to 8pm and keep children with them as well and that was too long.
This man was there the entire time but didn't do one thing to help his partner or care for their baby. He watched her TV and complained about it being fucking shite. He used his phone and complained about being fucking bored. He got progressively louder and angrier as the day went on because he wanted a fucking drink or a fucking fag without having to go to the fucking car park.
Everyone else (four of us on the ward) kept their curtains closed for privacy. I'd kept mine open as they said DS needed natural light because he was jaundiced following a forceps birth but they stuck us in the corner away from the window but next to the door and sink.
This man kept pushing through the curtains around his partners bed and coming into my space to get to the sink and it was intimidating.
I'd had a bad time in labour, I couldn't walk without help, was struggling to breastfeed and was very worried about anything happening to DS. After a previous stillbirth and losing a premature daughter as well, I felt very worried that something would happen to DS. I'd been very ill after losing our daughter and it had meant that I needed two operations while pregnant with DS, during one we almost lost him.
And then this man opposite us tried to start a fight with one of the doctors, who had accidentally knocked a water jug off a bedside table while trying to push his way through the wall of curtains they insisted on keeping closed around them.
He was screaming and swearing and threatening to punch the doctor, who he claimed had almost hit his newborn with the water jug. I was sitting in a chair at the time, half naked and struggling to breastfeed alone. I couldn't move and there was nowhere to go anyway. I thought they were going to start fighting, actually more realistically that the man was going to attack the doctor, and they were going to come crashing through the curtains on top of us.
It was awful. There is no way I could have stayed in hospital overnight if that man had been staying as well, even though I was ill and not ready to leave. We left the next morning anyway, partly because I couldn't cope with another day on the ward with him.
Even without all that, and even with a private en-suite room, I don't think I like the thought of other people being on the ward if they were not the patient.