This is so weird and is getting me down a lot because everyone seems to find breastfeeding such a wonderful bonding experience. DD is three months old and I've been exclusively breastfeeding up to now - asked the HV about mixed feeding but she was dead against it and kept reminding me what a beautiful experience it was supposed to be. The latch isn't painful usually, but I can't stop crying my eyes out whenever I breastfeed and it's getting worse every day. Have tried introducing formula gradually on advice of GP but DD is having none of it, it just seems that one of us is fated to be desperately unhappy where feeding is concerned. I hate the sensation, hate having my breasts out, hate having my flabby stomach on show, hate not being able to wear dresses, hate my big chest, and really hate anyone watching me (particularly with tears streaming down my face all the time).
There don't appear to be any BF counsellors in the area and the only thing I get when I ask at the clinic is 'but look at how tall she's getting and it's all from you! Aren't you proud?' I'm desperate to give it up but hate seeing DD screaming whenever the bottle comes out.
Sorry for the long disjointed ramble but I never thought it would be so soul-destroying - maybe I'm just not wired right 