My Uncle had a keyhole hernia op the same week I had dc1 by emcs after a long back to back labour, pushing and failed forceps.
They wouldn't let him go home without a responsible adult. He wasn't allowed to be on his own for 72 hours. He wasn't to do anything strenuous. He had two follow up appointments with his consultant in the weeks which followed.
Despite not having slept for 90 odd hours (75 hours of back to back labour which didn't get the memo about latent labour not hurting as much as the proper thing is rather hard to sleep through), hallucinated through an emergency section and not knowing which way was up, not only was I fit to look after myself but a newborn too.
The first time a Doctor looked at my scar was 3 years and 3 months later when they were about to cut it out to retrieve dc2.
I was given a physio leaflet however but by that stage my priority was killing myself because what was down in my notes as "baby blues" turned out to be post natal psychosis. I couldn't understand why they wanted me to visit a "doll" in NICU and was quite vocal about that. Luckily my husband had a very understanding employer because by the time I finally ended up in front of a psychiatrist ds was 7 weeks old. They diagnosed me with a variety of things beginning with P including ptsd from an old trauma which I'd relived on the operating table and told me I was very resilient. He's almost 4 and I'm still getting psychotherapy on the NHS to help me deal with all the issues his birth dragged up.
I don't cry in pain (too much "I'll give you something to cry about") so in both labours, both in my back I got the "you don't look like you are in labour" from midwives despite being over 5 with one and 4 with the other. If I say I'm in pain, I'm in pain...please don't roll your eyes at me.
Doctors who stroke hair...I'm a woman in labour, not a kitten. Keep your hands to yourself unless they are doing something you asked consent for first.
Oh and the hell of being the only mum without a baby on a busy post-natal ward. No wonder what was left of my sanity fell off a cliff.