Yah, that's pretty old school. My mom told me she had to share a room with a woman who smoked (you COULD back then, can you believe it??) and listened to her tv loudly at night, the whole while trying to talk to the baby's father on the phone and convince him to come to the hospital to meet his newborn child. Nightmare! We switched late in my pregnancy because we learned that we may have to share a recovery room at the small, older hospital my OB delivers at. DH would have had to go home at night, and I would have been a brand new mom, meeting my baby, recovering from a c/s, and trying to learn how to breastfeed. No way! didn't even want to take that chance.