Misery loves company.
My DS turns 1 tomorrow. I had no real expectations either way regarding bf but after a rocky start and pretty much constant pain for 10 weeks we were away. He has never taken to a bottle - we've tried every type in the market, em, all the brands of formula, hot, cold, me giving it, DH giving it, you name it. Consequently, I've not had more than about a couple of hours when I haven't been "on call" since he was born.
DH has (through no fault of his own) done no more than 20 nights where he's had to get up. DS doesn't sleep through, even by the 5 hours standards (although I am "lucky" that he doesn't wake often and resettles easily if fed) and has only taken to food seriously in the last 6-8 weeks. I've had to engineer dropping day time feeds so that I'm "only" feeding first thing, bedtime and at night. It's our 5th wedding anniversary on Friday and at thr moment DS is waking at 9:30 quite often wanting a feed. Our plans to go our for a lovely dinner seem pointless if he's going to be a sweaty, screaming mess by the time we get back. I go back to work in 7 days.
I am knackered, resentful, my relationship with DH has suffered because I crave a zone of exclusion round me after bedtime and I feel like my maternity leave and my relationship with my son has been soured. I would think very, very hard about whether to bf if I had another.
That was a bit of a brain dump, but you get the picture. Anyone else feel a bit conned about the wonders of bf?