Funny... I didn't really realize how traumatized I was by my last baby's birth until today when I went to that very same hospital to pre-register. I mentioned to DH how nice everyone was, and he said, very bitterly:"Well yeah, you have healthcare now."
We talked about it for a bit and a whole lot of memories came flooding back, all negative. We were new to this country, DH's native country to be sure, and Arya was born two and a half weeks before her due date. We had only been here for nine days, so hadn't had a chance to get much in order in the sense of healthcare, immigration, and things like that. We were fine with paying out-of-pocket and then being reimbursed later. But we were treated like a couple of leeches that were not planning to stay in Canada but just came over to take advantage of the "free" healthcare. We were referred to as "that American couple" even though we told them that DH was Canadian and I was Dutch, and were generally spoken to very rudely. After I was admitted, which was at midnight, there was no doctor to check me out, in fact I didn't see a doctor until I was already pushing, at 2.30 pm. I was not given the opportunity to labor in the shower, or on a birthing ball, even though they had those amenities as I found out today, I was not encouraged to walk while laboring, I was basically put in a room, they shut the door, and I was ignored. Until I made it clear I wanted an epidural, which my husband had to pay 650 dollars for, in cash, beforehand. And then I had to sign a waiver that I wouldn't sue the anesthesiologist if something went wrong. The whole thing was horrible. It was a dingy, old, unkempt hospital, but that wasn't the worst. The fact that we were treated like second-class citizens, spoken to rudely and in a very derogatory tone, that I was mostly ignored, never even saw a doctor until a nurse paged one because I was pushing, the doctor who started taking the cord blood (without our consent) as soon as the baby was out, and ignored the fact that she developed breathing issues, he never even looked at her, just kept harvesting cord blood... it was all such a miserable experience. I didn't realize until now how little I really remembered, and I have no doubt that I actually blocked it out because I didn't want to deal with it.
This time will be different. It will be the same hospital, that can't be helped. But you better believe that I know my rights, and that I will make sure I am treated properly. They may not like me very much by the time I leave, but by God, I will have the treatment I am entitled to!