And I posted on here when DS was 4 days on, after sitting up all night, crying and trying to get him to feed. . . then giving him a bottle and crying cos I'd failed to breastfeed. And you all talked me down off my "I'm a terrible mother and nothing is right!" ledge.
We got the tongue tie snipped and he's never looked back. Still feeding enthusiastically, still freakishly huge, eating tons, still a happy, lively boy who makes my heart go all melty. He's also extremely active and almost walking. BFing now is the closest I get to a snuggle that lasts more than 10 seconds!
Thank you all, so very much.