Just wanted to post today that I realised that I am totally happy with BF my son with no anxieties anymore.
After cracked nipples, hand expressing, pumping, buckets of Lansinoh, a nasty bout of thrush, feeling anxious about doing it in public; I feel that I have FINALLY got in that comfortable zone.
It's taken hard work, tears (lots), grit and determination (and sheer bloodymindedness!), support from friends and family (not forgetting mn'ers) and the wonderful infant feeding team at the Liverpool Women's Hospital but I've bloody done it.
Sounds a bit melodramtic I know, but after not managing to feed my dd 4 years ago and managing to do with ds (nearly 4 months old now), I'm dead proud of myself. It means alot to me.