Traumatic birth experience for first time mom

- I arrived in full blown labour already been 30 hours with no progress so I needed hospital assistance (was planning home birth). -the night nurses got MAD that I came there at in inconvenient time for them (they looked like they were gonna change shifts) - I had to find my way to the correct room to give birth in because the nurses were so rude and unclear -a nurse told me to "get on" and pointed to the bed next to another labouring mommy. -i got myself on and struggled only for her to say impatiently "huh uh take clothes off put on gown". There was no gown there? So I stood waiting and she game back with an XL gown (I'm an xs) and I tried getting it on but it was literally slipping off (goodbye, dignity). - climbed on and was left alone to labour and it was PAINful. The nurse said I must stop and be quiet :| -my partner then told the nurse about my original birth plan (very basic, just wanted it to be as uninterrupted as possible) she gave such ATTITUDE telling us "don't tell my how to do my job". Then the nurses laughed together and spoke in their language. -a new nurse came and randomly told me to turn on my side and gave me an injection in my thigh. "What's that??" I asked. She said nothing. (Later found out it was pethadine). I did not consent to any of this. That made me completely drowsy but still felt all the pain and torture. - I felt big urge to push suddenly and the nurse yelled at me and told me to stop. Obviously I couldn't and that point I didn't give a hoot  what they said. She yelled to me "your baby is gonna die if you push". What utter bs!! I pushed and suddenly the vaccum suction machine is being shoved in!! ****tle did I know they managed to cut me before they did that, without my knowledge). -baby was perfectly fine. They cut the cord immediately (which was stated to NOT do in my birth plan.) -i laid my baby on me and had skin to skin at least. -another random nurse comes and tugs on the cord to get the placenta out. I'm freaking out because, what the hell? The nurse goes silent and calls for help. She caused me to haemorrhage. I had to have something put into the IV drip to help stop that. -then comes a nurse to stitch me up. THE PAIN. The immense pain. The bodily torture. Zero compassion. I felt every last stitch. They botched it as well. Still dealing with the consequences all these years later. -i had to get up by myself and take my bags + newborn and nearly blacked out so they got a wheelchair for me. The nurse carelessly sped down the hall with me and told me to get onto the bed. -i had to stay overnight because the doctor wasn't there to discharge anyone. -they forced me to sit in the bathtub with salt water. BUT there was no plug and no warm water. When I asked what to do she said put toilet paper for the plug. I just closed the door and pretended to do all that. The toilet had someone else's blood drops on. -i went back to my room and the nurse told me I **** and didn't sit in the tub. I said I did. She tried belittling me but eventually left it. -i didn't sleep all night. I wasn't offered food or water. My baby didn't get a cot so she slept next to me under my arm on the bed. The light on the wall was blinding. The noise of the nurses yapping deafening. Another mommy postpartum was losing her mind and walked up and down the passage with milk dripping down her body. The nurses just laughed at her and watched. -next morning food was so gross I didn't touch: plain, stale brown bread and really brown banana. -had to sit more than 4 hours in a crowded room waiting for a doctor to show up to discharge us all. It was torture. Every mom's face in that room looked traumatized. -im glad me and baby had no health complications because staying there would've made it so much worse.