Some of you will remember the thread(s) I opened about the end of my pregnancy. In summary, I chose to accept the suggestion of my parents to come back to give birth in my home country as I'm alone in my UK work town (DH 90 miles away with only 1 week paternity leave and some holidays), but the atmosphere has been heavy from the very beginning (DM unsatisfied of her life with knee problems, controlling and prone to order around and shout if everything isn't perfect as concentrated on "what people think" and on her and my body image; DF sick and tired of her behaviour and losing patience from time to time; DH of little help due to epilepsy and need to be preserved and stay calm).
For my own medical reasons I had a c-section in general anaesthesia. Baby is beautiful but I only saw him after several hours and have been unable to take care of him for 2-3 days due to physical inability. Nurses took him to me a few times but this wasn't enough for a proper attachment so he was supposed to be given artificial milk. On day 3 baby blues hit me like a train and couldn't stop crying, with DM shouting at me that there were people around and I was just being ridiculous. On day 4 I was supposed to be discharged but there was a last minute emergency in the paediatric wing so no doctor could sign the form and the one in night shift didn't feel like to take this responsibility at the last moment as DS had a 10% weight loss. Having to wait 12 hours to go home and then not to go was really hard. I went on day 5 but no signs of milk despite regularly using the breast-pump in hospital. We rented one for home and I kept feeding DS with the same milk of the hospital but I could only extract 10 ml max and he had heavy colics for the first 2 days home and didn't gain a single gram back. Paediatrician changed the milk for a pre-digested one and now it's slightly better (even if 5 am today he had so strong colics that I needed to use the "only in case of real need" drug) and I feel so bad I want to disappear. I can't help thinking that I didn't insist enough at home breastfeeding, that DS wouldn't suffer that much with my milk, that he will miss my contact (although I try to be with him as much as possible after the bottle) and my antibodies (as actually all bottle-fed babies/people I know get/used to get sick more and more easily, that I'm a horrible mum as I just gave up to DH who removed the pump from me as he couldn't see me destroying my nipples anymore and to my aunts who deliver chose NOT to bf for convenience and keep telling me that I'm just lucky as I don't have to choose, in between there is D(?)M who keeps shouting at my guilt tears.
Please anyone to tell me that I'm not ridiculous and that it's normal to feed so sad for this and if there are any real life examples of healthy babies artificially fed?