Nowadays, many expectant mothers are faced with a choice: whether to remain after birth (and even before them) in the general ward, or to prefer a more comfortable single or double room. Of course, the advantages of a paid chamber are obvious: silence, comfort and peace for the woman who gave birth and her baby. But in the usual ward you will find a sea of communication with colleagues – newly-made moms.
Here, as they say, everyone chooses for himself. Therefore, even before you get to the hospital, it is worth deciding which of the options is optimal for you. As you know, having a birth certificate in your hands, you yourself can choose in which of the relevant institutions your child will be born.
And if you decide to be in the superior room, you should take care of this in advance: arrange with the head doctor and reserve a place for yourself, based on the expected date of birth (DA).
Honestly, after staying for 10 days in the general ward of a local maternity hospital, I firmly decided that if I was going to get a second baby, I would rather lay out a certain amount for staying in peace and quiet. Of course, I was in an extreme situation, when one of the maternity hospitals was closed for cleaning, and the other three were overloaded accordingly.
I remember that more than 20 women in labor with me came in 24 hours, and as a result, the maternity hospital, designed for 60 (!) Beds (30 of them are the department of pathology of pregnant women) literally cracked at the seams. The beds were in the corridors, and in the chambers designed for 5-6 people, 8-9 beds were stuffed.
Yes, in principle, and in normal conditions in the general ward for me to be hard. The point is not about the attitude of doctors – as a rule, it is the same for payers and for freebies. However, sometimes the nurses were a little odd: they could put the shirts on the beds, and then reassemble them, saying: No, these are better, they are for paid patients, you better put old ones.
For me, it was most difficult to fall asleep when the majority of the neighbors in the ward decide, to keep the conversation going, when you just want to keep silent, and also listen to the obligatory horror stories about childbirth and the postpartum period.
The most difficult thing happened when the neighbors told really funny stories. Try to laugh with a stitch after a cesarean! Therefore, for the most part I had to sit in the hall. True, there was a TV set, and endless serials and Dom-2 were spinning, but these were already little things in life.