The lovely part about her delivery is that an hour after she was born, I was sorta walking a mile-long corridor, clutching the back of my hospital gown trying to get to my room (no wheelchairs)
Gosh, that reminds me...
Oldest DS, because he was a few weeks early and because my water had broken early, I labored in one room but delivered in an operating room, like they'd use for c-sections, just in case there were complications. I was in the middle of a contraction and they were saying "okay, we need you to hop off the bed and climb onto the gurney so we can take you to the delivery room" and I am like Satan Possessed, yeah sure lady, I'll just hop right up in the middle of this contraction, are you insane? After he was born, they parked me in the hallway for the stomach-pushing, then wheeled me in the gurney down the hall (past my adoring fans) to my room.
So youngest DS since it was scheduled, I got a labor/delivery suite. (You still switch to a different room afterwards) So I had him, and I'd had an episiotomy so the OB stitched that up, and then I swear it was 30 seconds later this nurse shows up with a wheelchair and wants me to hop up and sit on the chair so she can wheel me down to my room. DH was grabbing all our things, it was sort of like "okay, you're done, get your stuff and get out, we've got people waiting". I was like gee, lady, I just pushed out
a kid okay?, can I have a few minutes? It's not like I need to go back to work in the fields now.
To the OP, when this happens for you, if you decide to use a hospital, make sure they have labor/delivery/recovery suites where you can stay in one room the whole time. I think it's much more common now, my kids are a little older and I live in the sticks. My best friend decided for her deliveries to go to a hospital the next town over, which I thought was nuts b/c she had to find an OB that could use that hospital and drive much further for appointments... until I saw the room she was in. It looked like a hotel suite. Much much nicer than what I'd had, all the babies roomed in, hide-a-bed for the DH, tv/vcr with movies to borrow at the nurses station, catered "celebration" meal... I was so jealous! I had put priority on getting the closest hospital possible, since I somehow thought the kid was just going to fly out without warning, and there was a hospital less than a mile from our house. Yeah, like I would be one of those people whose kid just fell out in the toilet, surprise! Shop around, shop around....