I desperately wanted to BF but sadly couldn't.
Firstly, DS was very poorly when born and was in SCBU with hypothermia and sepsis, amongst other issues. We were separated and I sent up the colostrum I had harvested before birth but he also needed formula. As his sodium and glucose levels were off he needed feeding on a strict schedule and I wasn't well enough to harvest/pump more colostrum.
He hardly ever latched and when he did, it was excruciating. I have Epidermolysis Bullosa which causes fragile skin which tears and blisters from minor trauma. My nipples were in pieces and wouldn't heal (when I eventually stopped attempting to BF and pump it took about 3 months for them to heal). It also turned out DS had a tongue tie which was snipped at 5 weeks but the damage was done by then.
We were in hospital over a week and on a strict 3 hour feeding schedule due to DS's illness. I only had a 5 min window to try and latch him before I had to give a bottle of either EBM or formula as he needed feeding to keep him well. He would scream at the breast and refuse to latch. He was so, so sleepy from his illness and antibiotics. For us, formula was medicine. It contributed to saving his life.
I tried everything to establish BF, midwives, HVs, several NCT BF cafes, my local infant feeding team, a private tongue tie/BF counsellor. Nipple shields, silver cups, salt water rinses, lansinoh and vegan nipple cream. None of it worked. He hardly ever latched and when he did, it felt like my nipple was between two shards of glass and one nipple was so damaged I couldn't even offer him that side.
After 4 months of trying I decided to stop. I stopped pumping and moved from combi feeding EBM and formula to fully FF. It was truly the best decision I made. My mental health was in shreds, my PND was dreadful. I had no time to myself- whenever he slept I pumped. As he got older he wanted more playtime and I struggled to pump when DH went back to work when DS was 3 months.
Fortunately my mum's group have been lovely and supportive of everyone and both BF and FF. In the first few months I cried multiple times a day over my 'failure' to BF. In the grips of PND I worried I could never go to baby classes etc as the other mums would hate me for bottle feeding. Thank fuck that wasn't the case.