I was struck by how old-fashioned the place felt (the nursery! labouring flat on your back in bed!), with the emphasis in all the wrong places - if my husband had been encouraged to order (and calmly proceed to eat!) a 3-course meal in the delivery room, there may have been more blood than mine shed 
It made me feel enormously thankful for the fabulous care we received from the NHS, after a very traumatic experience. My DS failed to pass any meconium, and after some inconclusive x-rays at our local hospital (where I was still on the post-natal ward for high blood pressure), he was ambulanced to our nearest regional Children's Hospital with a neonatal intensive care unit. He needed lifesaving bowel surgery when he was only 2 days old, and I remember not being able to see to sign the surgical consent form for tears. It was such a shock as nothing untoward had shown up on any of our scans and we weren't in the least prepared for it (if one ever could be).
But the level of care he and we received was phenomenal. He was in hospital for nearly a month nil-by-mouth while his bowel recovered, and we were found a private room so we could be near him. Both the midwives and neonatal nurses were hugely supportive of me expressing colostrum and milk for DS to have when he was ready, and in showing us how to care for him as he slowly came off all his tubes and drips etc. Then, when we were finally discharged, our lovely community midwife came and spent nearly a whole day with us at home helping me get breastfeeding established (as he'd become accustomed to a bottle after needing to be fed very specific amounts post-surgery). Not sure I'd like to think what all that would have cost at the Portland.
I'm happy to say it all worked out just fine - he's become a little milk monster, and we'll be celebrating his first birthday alarmingly soon. Thank you NHS!