Great. So which one was I then? I breastfed ds1 in hospital, and when he developed jaundice which got worse, not better under phototherapy, I was told to supplement him with formula because he needed extra fluids and calories to recover. I don't know if this was true or not, but I had a bright yellow baby in an incubator, so I did what the healthcare professionals told me.
When I got home, I tried really hard to re-establish breastfeeding, using a pump hired from the NCT to pump several times a day as well as feeding ds1 - he didn't put on weight, and the amount of milk I expressed was the same on day 1 as it was a week later - 4.5ml! I put him onto formula, as it seemed I didn't have either enough milk or good quality milk.
With ds2 I tried again - he lost 10oz from his birthweight, and hadn't regained more than an ounce or two 6 weeks later, despite being on the breast almost all the time. I had the HV coming round every day or every other day, telling me that she wanted him to have put on a certain amount of weight by her next visit - which he didn't do. She suggested formula, and I told her I really wanted to bf ds2 - and she told me she had to think of the best interests of the child!!
At 6 weeks old, I had to take ds2 to hospital as he had some breathing problems, which turned out to be a chest infection - but once I was there with him, they became far more interested in his failure to gain weight, and kept us in. I heard him described on the ward round as 'Failure To Thrive', which made my blood run cold. He didn't gain any weight until I started supplementing with formula, and that spelled the end of bf.
With ds3, I mixed fed almost from the start - me during the day, and bottles at night. I tried cutting the number of bottles he was having, but as soon as he was having fewer than two bottles a day, he'd stop gaining weight. I managed to mixed feed for 12 weeks, which was the longest I had managed any sort of breastfeeding.
I felt dreadful - a total failure - I couldn't even nourish my own babies. Other women were making gold top, I was making skim. It contributed to my developing PND three times - such fun for all the family - and haunts me to this day, as a factor in my. ongoing depression.
Threads like this should make me angry, but they just make me feel dreadful. I am clearing kidding myself when I believe that I didn't have enough milk or sufficiently good quality milk to nourish my babies. I make the OP angry by believing this - she thinks I am lying to cover up giving up breastfeeding for some other reason.
Open your eyes, OP, and see what hurt you can cause with such black and white views.