I HATE everything they stand for.
My first experience with my oldest was a whole of pressure to take the most expensive package, which a) we couldn't afford and b) didn't have enough people to send a stupid amount of photos to. My second we were put in antenatal as there were no beds in postnatal so avoided them
My third, my experience was much like Lexi's, running in and demanding the baby who just happened to be in the mortuary
I was still on labour ward but needed to stay in cos I was so poorly with an infection, so even if my daughter wasn't stillborn it wouldn't of been an appropriate time either.
My fourth was just horribly traumatic, she came around two days after Kaysie Blossom was born. It was exactly one year since Honey had died inside me. I was a mess. To the point that I was classed as so unstable that they wouldn't discharge me until I had seen the perinatal mental health team twice, they didn't know if I would need sectioning as I was hysterical from her birth for three days, I was having visions and all sorts. And yet this woman was allowed to come and try and HARASS me into buying photos, I sat sobbing as she told me I would regret it etc etc as I tried to say no. Luckily my DH eventually turned up and told her where to get off, but when else would a sales rep be allowed in a hospital to try and force a person with mental health problems into buying something? It just wouldn't happen else where.
My fifth, I wasn't there long enough.
I am not sure I could cope if and when I get a rainbow baby.
And as for them selling your details on, yep, those details they sold on were used to bug the hell out of me no matter how many times I told them my daughter had died. The distress added to my journey because of Bounty, can not be described.