My parents moved house recently and all sorts of stuff has come out of packing boxes that never got opened for many years.
I vaguely thought I was breastfed but never asked my mum. Here's what the FEEDING CHART (bold, underlined, printed sheets, hee hee!) from the Royal Victoria Infirmary, Newcastle upon Tyne has for the first few days I was around, all in my mum's impeccable copperplate handwriting.
The columns are Date, Time, Feeds, Vomits, Stools, Urine. I'll leave out the catalogue of shits and wees, and the precise date, but it was Feb 1979...
17.55 transferred from delivery suite. Wt. 3470g
21.00 first toilet complete (think this means bathed)
01.30 1 1/2 oz water
03.45 1 1/4 oz SMA
12.30 first breast feed, 3min LR (I guess that's left then right side)
17.30 3min RL + 3/4 oz water
21.45 3min LR
23.45 (nurse) 1 3/4 oz SMA
06.45 4min RL
9.15 5min L. Wt. 3350g
11.30 5min RL
15.30 5min LR
19.00 5min RL
20.30 3/4 oz water
21.00 5min L
It goes on very much like that for a few days, feeds get a minute or two longer each day. No more SMA it seems. At 4 days old I'm 3460g, at 6days old I'm 3510g, first bath time at 9am in hospital and we go home midday. In the vomit column she writes when the midwife visits and baths given. And "T+T" which I can't guess. At 10 days I'm 7lb12oz, so I suppose the community midwives only had imperial scales! At 13 days old, mum's written FIRST PRAM TRIP at 14.30.
She stops bothering to tick in the stools and urine columns after a month, but incredibly she keeps up writing down the feeds for over three months! At eight weeks I'm 11lb7oz, at ten weeks the SMA comes back in and they try a bit of 'C' which must be cows milk, and then at 11 weeks...
8.00 LR
13.00 7oz SMA + solid
16.30 3oz SMA
18.45 RL, bath
22.00 4oz SMA
I think this was the point she had to go back to work (they were postdoctoral students with zero maternity entitlement) and this must be me left with a childminder.
For completeness, I turned out ok. 
Best of luck to everyone starting out with feeding babies, carrying on, thinking of doing something differently, worrying about going back to work. It'll be ok, really it will.