DC1 wasn't very easy to feed. Undx tongue tie, reflux, general air of discontent, repeated bouts of thrush for both of us, horrifically bad sleep (which may or may not have been any different on formula of course...). It was not easy. It was not properly pain free until nearly six months. Even after that, I had reasonably frequent bouts of nursing aversion. I suppose I pushed on partly through bloody-mindedness, partly because there was nobody else around to give him a bottle so I would have been swapping (familiar) ebf for (unfamiliar) faffing with bottles and powder and sterilising and trying to persuade a baby who LOVED the breast to take a bottle from me. And partly because I just hadn't expected it to be so hard, and I didn't quite believe it was.
However. At some point I started really liking it. I bf him til he self weaned at nearly four, and although I was ready I cried when he was done. Especially after I'd gone back to work, after I'd night weaned him at two and then cut right back til all we had was a quick bedtime feed and one in the morning - it all became quite easy. And rewarding! It was a big part of our relationship in those early years.
I'm sure lots of people looked at me struggling in that first year (and beyond) and felt sure it wasn't worth it. And of course I don't know what would've happened if I'd stopped when everything was hellish. But I am glad I didn't because it so WAS worth it, for me.
DC2 (7mths) is a different kettle of fish entirely. She's fed easily and pain free from the get-go. I don't find her twiddling even slightly infuriating. She's another crap sleeper and like my first, feeds farrrr more frequently than most people seem to report, but she's fat and I'm happy and so far everything is fine. I almost can't make sense of saying whether or not ebf was 'worth it' with her, because there's been no sacrifice or struggle that the benefits of ebf need to be 'worth'. Best for her, easiest for me, a convenient little hangout for her to quietly go while I focus on my older child (again, in the absence of someone else to bottle feed the baby, it's definitely been easiest being able to stick her on the breast while I get on with Lego or homework or board games or hairdressing or dinner or whatever else the eldest needs from me).
Something's toxic in the narrative around (e)bf though. Women who've chosen to ff for whatever reason shouldn't feel defensive or obliged to explain themselves. Women who want to (e)bf shouldn't find themselves giving up after a few weeks unless it's what suits them best after all. It shouldn't have to be this fraught.