zzzzz - I didn't know that PCOS could affect milk supply - and it is very interesting, as my doctor believes I have PCOS, so maybe that is part of the reason why I didn't manage to breastfeed.
In my case, it wasn't a HCP who told me I didn't have enough milk/good enough milk - it was a conclusion I came to myself. With ds1 and ds2, I can look back and see reasons why I might have struggled to establish breastfeeding - with ds1, the fact that I was advised to top him up with formula in hospital because he needed more fluid and calories whilst having the phototherapy; and with ds2, a rather weak suck - he fed all the time, but never gained weight, leading me to assume that he wasn't getting the hind milk.
As I said earlier, I did try to reestablish breastfeeding with ds1, when we got home from hospital, but 10 days of regular expressing, with one of the NCT's big breastpumps, didn't make my supply increase at all - so with him, I concluded I didn't have enough milk.
But with ds3, looking back, he fed well, for what I thought were normal lengths of feed, slept well between feeds, and did plenty of wet nappies, leading me to conclude that he was getting a sufficient quantity of milk - but he didn't put on weight unless he had one or two bottles of formula each day. So I concluded that I make skim, whereas other mothers make Gold Top.
Unfortunately, I had PND after each of my sons was born, which probably left me less able to proactively seek the help that might have turned things around for me - especially as I now know that I was already depressed, and got PND on top of my existing depression - having been depressed since I was 14, how I felt was my 'normal' so I never thought it was not normal, until my psychotherapist told me that most 14-year-olds aren't contemplating suicide, and wondering how many paracetamol they'd need.
I would just like people to consider what an emotive subject this can be for someone like me who genuinely believes she couldn't breastfeed. I struggled with feelings of inadequacy and failure for years - not able to overcome the thought that I had failed at something that other women found so easy and simple, and particularly the fact that I couldn't provide the most basic of things to my own child - nourishment. And if someone implies that I could have made it work if I had just tried harder, or for longer; or if I had just gone and found the right support, then those feelings of failure still try to rear their ugly heads again, even though the dses are 15, 17 and 19, and all fine, healthy, well nourished, intelligent and strapping lads.