The labor nurse got so impatient with me as I was washing my face that she literally closed and locked my makeup case with my finger still inside.
A nurse came in and took my son claiming she needed to weigh him (but not his twin sister?). Too many minutes later I was wandering the halls, twin sister in tow, desperately searching for my son. No nurse would so much as turn to answer my please for help. When I finally got him back I put my bed against the door to keep anyone from coming in, called my husband to come get me, and we left. Twenty one years later, I'm still freaking angry.
My babies were NOT allowed to leave my room unless my husband accompanied them. I always left as soon as possible. A healthy woman who just gave birth is not “ill”. I hated being told what I was “allowed” to do by a bunch of snotty women. I just did what I wanted anyway. I’ve rarely had nice nurses during my six hospital stays.