I breastfed my two for 13 and 16 months respectively. I didn't feel any external pressure to BF per se, but the amount of pressure I put on myself was immense, and obviously the need to apply that pressure came from somewhere. I know a lot of it was tied up with the fact that my Mum, who died 11 years ago, breastfed us at a time when it wasn't very fashionable, and so I wanted to do it too.
I think it contributed to me skating on the edge of PND, in both cases. I don't look back on the baby years with much fondness at all [/understatement]. I had my two in quick succession, just to get it over and done with. The thought of getting pregnant again now (DC are 5 and 4), and going through babyhood again fills me with horror. And that's not right, surely.
I had absolutely no idea what I was going in for. The utter dependence of a breastfed baby on its mother for everything. I found it overwhelming. In hindsight, if I'd been able to share the load more - especially night-time feeds - I'm sure I'd have coped better, and been a nicer person to be around.
My two didn't sleep through the night until 7 and 9 months respectively, so that period of tortured, broken sleep, taken on by me alone, was horrendous.
This is a controversial thing to say, but I almost think human beings have evolved too much to successfully breastfeed (en mass, at a population level, that is), at least in Western culture.
We are simply not used, and many case not able, to be so utterly available, 24/7, for another human being, even our own baby. We go back to work, we have lives that necessitate being autonomous. We have children later, and become too used to being in control of our own lives. We are just too used to not being so completely responsible for another human being. So that when we suddenly have to be, it's anathaema to us. And we, completely understandably, don't cope.
Arrogantly, I used to think that all women could breastfeed if they tried hard enough. All the 'excuses', as I saw them, were mere piffle - the human race would have died out if as many women who say they couldn't b/f, actually couldn't.
And then I copped onto myself. Women used to die in vast swathes from childbirth until recently. So why should it be any different when it comes to breastfeeding?! I think the human body is very badly designed to cope well with either, in far too many cases. My BF has just had her second child, and has had an awful time with mastitis, which did actually tip her into PND. No-one should have to go through that. Thank God for formula, quite frankly. If she had not been able to wean her little one off the means of causing her so much pain and distress, who knows how much worse things could have been.
I am far enough away now from the act of breastfeeding - and never want to have to do it ever again! - that I can have some perspective on it. I think while you're in the midst of it, it becomes so all-consuming, and all-important that you can't see the wood for the trees. And this is where the damaging competitive-ness comes out, that doesn't help anyone.