I'm with the two of you there (particularly well-put I think Eulalia in your 9:38:36 AM post). I was all prepared to find bfing natural, to get the hang of it and enjoy it, 'No romantic notions about it particularly, but very happy to do it and not fearful of it at all' sums it up very neatly. I thought my previous experiences of seeing and living with bfing (my mum and her friends) were what it would be like.
Disillusionment! What little bfing I managed with ds I eventually enjoyed, but I've never particularly enjoyed bfing dd because she is a little ruffian. I really don't know why I continue, but I can and it causes no harm and has benefits...so I continue.
There is a certain selfishness to it, because when it seemed that dd wanted to drink her bedtime milk from a beaker and not from me, and I started letting her wean herself, I felt bereft. I wanted her back on the breast! In the end she is back on the breast, because she stil has some problems with ordinary milk. And I feel better, I've got her back. So, because I'm an ordinary mummy, I feel guilty about feeling good about having dd back on the breast.
Oh I'm whittering. Goodnight