I haven't read this thread - just the OP, but I am feeling sick just from reading it. I posted the following on the WashWithCare is a Troll thread last night, because I couldn't find this one, but am going to post it here too, in the hopes that WWC will see it, and will realise how much her insensitivity can hurt people. I may edit a bit, to try to say things better (I was posting at midnight, so may not have been completely awake).
So - for WashWithCare:
I tried and failed to breastfeed with all three of my dses. Ds1 was jaundiced and in an incubator, and I was told to feed him at least every 3 hours, and to supplement him with bottles, so I did - my baby was in an incubator, his bilirubin was climbing not falling, and I did what the professionals told me was best for him. When we came home from hospital, I went back to fully breastfeeding, but my supply never came back, even when I used a breast pump 4+ times a day for 10 days.
I believe this failure contributed to my getting post natal depression.
With ds2 I was so determined to breastfeed - I fed on demand, and in fact he was rarely off the breast, yet he still lost over 8oz from his birthweight, and hadn't regained this by 6 weeks old. I had the health visitor coming every day or two days, telling me she wanted to see at least half an ounce or an ounce weight gain, and telling me I should supplement with bottles. When I told her I was really committed to breastfeeding this time, she told me she had to think of the best interests of my child. In the end, he was in hospital, diagnosed as failing to thrive, and looking so white and thin. I had to start supplementing him, and this was the beginning of the end of breast feeding.
Once again, I got PND.
With ds3, I mixed fed from the word 'go' - I couldn't face the trauma of trying and failing again. He was fully breastfed during the day, and had two bottles over night (one late evening and one when he woke). This meant he slept and by the morning my supply seemed good. He did ok, but if I dropped just one of the bottles, he stopped gaining weight. This is the closest I have got to succeeding with breastfeeding.
Again, PND.
With each of them, I breastfed on demand, no matter how difficult this was with other toddlers underfoot, ate a healthy diet, and generally did my best to nourish my babies, but none of them put on weight on my milk, no matter how many hours they spent on the breast. It seemed to me that I was making skim milk where other, more successful breastfeeding mothers were making Gold Top. No-one seemed to have any advice to help me, even though I was involved in the NCT, was surrounded by successfully breastfeeding mothers, talked to breastfeeding counsellors and had the Health Visitor on my doorstep almost every day.
The failure to breastfeed is one of the most horrible failures of my life, and not only contributed to my PND, but is a factor in my ongoing depression. I am well aware that I have probably robbed my dses of some IQ points and some immunities, and that's bad enough, but now, apparently, my failure to breastfeed means I am more likely to get breast cancer and leave them motherless.
Over recent years, with the help of friends, counsellors, psychotherapy and antidepressants, I have started to come to terms with my inability to breastfeed, and have tried very hard to stop seeing it as a failure on my part - and you, WashWithCare, have done a fine job making me feel like a failure all over again. Many thanks for that.
Now can you see how threads and statements such as yours can cause huge upset and sadness?