Six weeks was awful for me and loads of people I spoke to about to afterwards, growth spurt, so baby feeds like mad, breasts soften but often still sore, you are out of the baby moon perion but still hormonally all away and feeling fragile and of course sleep,mthe broken nights are a killer.
What everyone has said about local real life support and be gentle with yourself. It can get better but it is not worth being a desperate woman dreading the frequent feeds. You can make decisions day by day, slowly and gently and meanwhile,let the housework slide, remember cheese toasties, fruit, yoghurt and cake are a reasonable diet, and although it is all consuming and exhausting, it will pass, and pass soon.
You have down great and you are doing great. You have a lifetime together, and after six weeks you are only just starting to adjust and get to know each other. Your instincts are fine. Breastfeeding can be gentle bliss but I dnt know anyone who said that after only six weeks.
At six weeks my DS screamed. All day and night. Was sick. All day and night. Arched his back and sobbed with pain and I felt like my head would explode with the lack of sleep and lack of understanding what was wrong. I turned 40 when he was six weeks and spent day on sofa with bleeding nipples, sobbing, as he fed and cried wondering why I'd thought being a parent would be a good idea. I gritted my teeth for every feed.
He's 18 months now and has breastfed sweetly for 20 mins and kissed me good night and cuddled up with his panda. I never thought the torment could become such a joy. I never thought I'd want to feed so long. But equally, I regret not looking after myself more. I would have been a better mum and wife and woman for it.
Well done whatever you decide.