As others have said - thank god for this thread, I'm so glad I've found you all. I think I need to write all this down to start getting over it so if you don't mind me telling my story...
My DD1 is 3.5 weeks old and I, like many others here, was always going to breastfeed her. I read all the books, have always been pro breast feeding and am sad to admit that I may even have been a bit judgey of people who FF because I naively thought it was always a choice and breast feeding, being the natural thing to do, was easy to do so why wouldn't you. What the hell did I know?!
I didn't buy any formula or bottles as I didn't need a "just in case". I was going to BF and that was that.
DD1 was born two weeks early, weighing 5lbs 7oz, with severely low blood sugar. She had to be tube fed for the first 48 hours because I refused point blank to let them give her a bottle.
When she came off the tube, I tried and I tried to breastfeed. I stayed in hospital for 4 nights trying to learn how with the help of the midwives and breast feeding counsellors, much to the dismay of my DH and my stepson, who wanted us home. I would've been allowed home had I gone to formula but I refused, even when my baby developed jaundice and lost 8% of her birth weight.
They finally let me home after I managed to latch her on but even then, it had only been with the help of the midwives and she would only suck for a minute or two before getting sleepy or losing her energy for it.
At home, for two days and nights I tried to feed her. You've clearly all been there, you'll know the drill - her screaming hungry 24 hours of the day, me sobbing because I couldn't latch her on, her screaming and shaking her head and getting so upset but still physically unable to latch on to me.
My wrists are so damaged, I can now barely hold her - by day 6 I had bruises up my arms and god knows how her poor little neck felt, being held in that vice like grip while she squirmed and wriggled to try and get away from it.
So anyway, on day 6 after the midwife visit and being told that she had lost yet more weight, was still jaundiced and still had black poo and would have to return to hospital if things didn't improve within the next 2 days I sent my DH to get the bottles and formula, feeling like the biggest failure in the world. I was already feeling like a failure because she was a forceps birth. I know how ridiculous that is now but in my post-labour haze I had got it into my head that because I hadn't been able to push her out myself, I had "failed" at the first test of motherhood. (NCT has a lot to answer for on that seed being planted in my head).
I still feel horrible for giving her formula, even though in my heart and my head I know it's the best thing for her. Not only was she being damaged but I was spiralling into the blackest thoughts I've ever had. I hadn't bonded with her and I was terrified of her.
I hate that I feel this way and I thought I was the only one who had been through this. Even now, I'm struggling to cope to be honest but this thread has helped me so much - thank you.