I can't even bring myself to think about the lack of care 😢
With my first baby I had a failed ventouse followed by no anaesthetic forceps delivery.
It was absolutely horrendous and I was shellshocked.
It was about 9pm when the medical side of things finished and the staff left us alone. They brought sandwiches in for me but I could not reach them (couldn't move) and when I asked DH for help he said he couldn't because he was holding the baby.
So he didn't help and I didn't eat (had been about 36 hours since I'd eaten at this point).
Next morning I waited for him to come, I was not allowed to take the baby into the dining room and I was traumatised and terrified of leaving her alone on the ward.
All the other partners were in first thing.
H arrived about 11.30 and said 'sorry I'm late that was hard to watch last night so I drank a bottle of wine and passed out, then I had to walk the dog'.
I don't think I've ever felt lonelier in my life. I am very, very independent but it's hard to be independent in a scenario where you can't walk and you've spent all night alone trying to comfort a newborn who's head has been mangled.