Someone slap me. I am not feeding my baby poison by giving him formula, he will not die.
Even thinking about starting to bf will break me. Expressing was stopped because my supply was low and the stress was getting to me. He's sometimes sleeping through.
I will be doing it for me, not him. That is wrong. I am not a failure even though I feel like the worst mum in the world.
Move on horsey, move on.....