I tried with my first, and I hated it. I wasn't really sure if I wanted to do it anyway, but was persuaded to by the midwives. I said I didn't like it, and they told me to carry on. I said I really didn't want to do it any more, and was told I had to keep going.
I was in hospital for 10 days, the first 7 were the worst days of my life. I banned all visitors except DH. I wouldn't let anyone near DD in case they woke her, because when she woke, she'd need feeding, and I couldn't bear it. I hate to say that some very black thoughts crossed my mind.
Eventually I crossed paths with a different midwife. She gave me a bottle. I was instantly happy, DD gained weight and we were soon sent home.
When DD2 and DS turned up I never even considered breast feeding, and nor will I when my new baby is born.
I honestly think that breast feeding adversely affected my bond with DD1. The hospital staff were on the whole breast feeding fiends, and very unsympathetic to those who had problems with it. I was made to feel like I was failing my baby, and probably damaging her by using formula. Even the cleaners were putting their two-pence in, and critical of me.
I always agree that breast feeding is best for the baby, but ONLY when it is best for the mother. No-one should ever be made to feel bad if they can't or won't breast feed.