Sorry in advance if this is an epic post - struggling to type through the tears and just need to "get it all out".
Bit of background - DD was born in 2006 just before Christmas. Midwife on the postnatal ward watched one feed (day one) and said the latch was good, even though I said it really, really, hurt. Left hospital on day 3 with cracked and bleeding nipples. By day 6 (Christmas Eve) I had raging mastitis in both breasts and just couldn't bear to put DD anywhere near my chest let alone feed. Given the time of year, even less support than usual was available, I was given hardcore antibiotics and various painkillers and told to "pack my boobs away and forget about it."
Once I felt better, I felt so sad I wasn't breastfeeding DD (guilt, shame, the whole works) and made lots of promises to myself that - come hell or high water - I would breastfeed if I ever had another child.
Fast forward to October 2013 and, after years of thinking I'd never have another child and 2 early miscarriages, I give birth to DS. Absolutely determined not to make the same mistakes, I make sure I get breastfeeding help in hospital and at home (having already attended classes and read books during my pregnancy).
However, within days, my nipples are in bits again and I suffer terrible engorgement. DS is diagnosed with tongue-tie, which we manage to get snipped by day 7 and the infant feeding team (and I) are optimistic things will improve from now on.
Unfortunately, even after the tt division and help from numerous community midwives, health visitors, visits to the local baby cafe, and 2 sessions back in hospital, the latch remains poor and my nipples just get worse and worse. After nearly 3 weeks of agonisingly painful feeding (and my 6 year old DD begging me to stop crying) I give up and move over to formula.
DS is nearly 6 weeks now and I feel like such a failure. With DD, I could forgive myself as I came to realise I was an inexperienced new mum who wasn't given any support. This time, I just don't understand what happened. I had the very best of intentions and lots of help - why on earth couldn't I achieve anything even nearing a pain free latch? It feels like the failure is all mine.
Sorry once again for the essay. Would be so, so grateful for any insights...