I had planned to EBF - bought all the gear - was convinced it was the best thing. Another incentive was that DH has asthma and I felt a duty to protect our child.
I never even thought about FF as I didn't like the idea of having to sterilise bottles etc - TBH I think it was a sort of laziness in a way as I thought I'd just be able to whip out a booby and all would be well.
I'd been warned it hurt - but also read up that 'if it hurts, the baby isn't latching on correctly' - so I thought, once you get the hang of it, it can't be that bad...
Birth was a rather traumatic experience - I never wanted an epidural or a C section (was terrified of both) but in the end the emcs was actually the best thing. I was so glad to have our baby at last. The whole birth ordeal was over. (or so I thought... actually still get choked up about how inadequate I felt, hearing the woman screaming next door, and me not able to do it)
Anyway... that was over, I felt, now I know what to do... BF - I can do this... I had read up all the BF theory, watched the video, you name it!!!
And I found it hurt like hell, was really fiddly, my hands were sweating, baby was wriggling and screaming and going red, I had the end tubes from the drips still attached to both my hands flapping about and hitting the baby's head, all around me on the postnatal ward the sound of other women BF successfully (or so I thought!) and to top it all, I had the worry of the baby's blood sugar dropping and him fitting - he was taken off me for a few formula top-ups and I was so worried that would make it impossible for me to keep up or that he wouldn't want my milk after the formula.
Expressing looked painful. I tried it when I got home- it wasn't so bad but my nipples were so sore, it wasn't comfortable and it certainly wasn't a nice way to spend time. I wanted to be attached to my baby, not some creaking machine. My breasts were starting to get these odd hard lumps as well and going really hard - I new this was probably just engorgement but I felt out of control and frankly frightened by it all.
A MW I spoke to on the phone laughed when I said I was expressing and said I might as well just give up and FF. That was just the kind of comment that I didn't need - totally demotivating - I stopped BF after that. DS was 4 days old. I just felt like there was no point, I couldn't do it, would never be able to keep up with my DS's needs and it hurt too much.
Reading this thread has helped me so much - I was coming to terms with EFF - but still having real down moments - especially when washing bottles - we don't have a dishwasher so have to do it all by hand, maybe that's best anyway for hygiene reasons, I don't know - but I was thinking I would stick a photo of my DS by the sink so that I could be reminded of him when doing this, instead of imagining how I would have to explain myself to all my friends and getting really teary...
I have felt so guilty and inadequate, and angry with myself for making what I feel at times to be the wrong decision on and off over the last 6 weeks. I have felt trapped -there is no going back. Have found it difficult when for example my breasts ached. They tingled for a bit in week 2/3 - I found out I could still have given DS some BF milk then but I just couldn't face the massaging, the pumping etc... and felt guilty... and even now wonder if I should have tried to turn it around - even though I know I would have hated it. Had a dream the other night that I was hand massaging and managing to get milk out. I still wear a bra at night as am still sore - think this might be because DS is quite a wriggler at times and so all of me gets a bit of a bashing when burping him etc - he is quite a headbutter!
I love the lists on here of things people like about FF. There are many times when I love it too. Most of all I love being able to get some decent blocks of sleep at night and naps in the afternoon.
I just hope and pray that none of this comes back to bite me - that my son will not get some awful illness as a result of my giving up BF. But on the other hand - a) there are some things you can't control - and b) I was FF and I have no health problems - thank God. I just have to tell myself that I am doing my best by my child and that we will be OK.
I think the hardest thing has been matching reality with my expectations. Maybe if I am lucky and have another child, it will be different. But I know I have to live in the present and enjoy what I have.