I couldn't agree more. In 1970, my mother had to go into hospital for the last two weeks of her pregnancy with my sister as she had high blood pressure. My paternal grandparents came to look after my brother and me as my dad had to work. We were five and two at the time. A mother's older children were only allowed to visit on Sunday afternoons at that time. In 1975, when I was ten, I had my first madtoidectomy (major ear surgery) and stayed for two weeks in an adults' ward because the operation was too big for the facilities at the children's hospital. Visiting was restricted to, l think, two hours in the afternoon and two in the evening. No visitors on the days of the operations (l had another smaller procedure on the ear the week after the first operation). Fast forward to 1991 when I had my first child and I spent nearly a week on the post natal ward (unimaginable nowadays but normal then). We had a ward sister of the old school who was very strict about visiting hours and after lunch bed rest. It made recovery much easier. In 1993, I was in a different post natal ward for two days after the birth of my second baby. It was totally different. The rules were not adhered to at all by the sister on that ward. The woman in the bed opposite me had visitors, including male visitors, all the time. This caused other problems, apart from not being able to get proper rest, because I was trying to establish breastfeeding and even going to the toilet with the heavy bleeding that is normal after giving birth became more embarrassing and stressful than it needed to be with strange men there at any time. By baby number three, the maternity department had been rebuilt and we had our own rooms. I was in for about 36 hours and it was so much better than the experience I had with baby number two.