But you do have to look at it the other way as well ....
I have had serious PND with 3 children ( over 3 postnatal episodes I have had 5 serious suicide attempts).
The only thing that kept me going - (including when I was hospitalised with dc1) was the breastfeeding.
I felt I was a shit mother. I had real bonding issues. I struggled to feel anything for my babies. I carried hem for 9 months - which involved serious sickness issues with dd1 and 2, and a very serious kidnet condition which meant I spent much of my 2nd and 3rd prenancies in hospital. And for months afterwards.
Through all of this, I fought and struggled to breastfeed. I fed dd1 for a year, ds for 15 months, dd2 for 2 years.
I don't want to make anyone feel bad - but those numbers are my proudest achievement as a mother. I was shit. I was unable to feel love for them. Everything I did, and with dd2, it was for about a year, and then it all deteriorated again when she was 17 months old and I only stayed at home due to intensive home care from a psych team, was cos it was what I was "supposed" to so.
Breastfeeding was what I did. I was good at it. Sometimes I could hardly change a nappy - I certainly couldn;'t get myself showered and dressed - but I could feed, in the best way possible.
I know all the benefits - I have posted about them. And have benefitted - my kids are happy and healthy.
But bf also saved my sanity - by letting me do something that was good for my babies when nothing else was going well.