I thought very, very hard about BF before I became pg (took three years y'see) no-one in my family has done it for two generations. They think if if not disgusting, distastful and unnecessary.
I did lots of research (convince I couldn't do it, I expect). I was prepared for every problem except the one I got. I had a 1hr45min labour which ended in venthouse and a lot of blood loss. I came home the next day in total shock. DS was jaundiced and sleepy and lost a lb over the next two weeks.
Things that could have helped:
Being attended post-natally by one midwife who knew what she was doing, rather than five who didn't.
Not being told to leave my sleepy/jaundiced baby in front of sunny DOUBLE GALZED windows.
Not being told that I should NOT wake him until he had gone more than FOUR hours, because 'three hourly feeds for a such sleepy, tiny baby was too tiring'.
Not being told that I couldn't put enough calories into my milk because I was aneamic (She said knew this because he was never dehydrated, so was obviously getting enough fluid. Just low cal fluid!) and I should top up with formula and not the EBM I had worked so hard to express (she expected me to express to up supply, but throw that milk away!)
It would have been nice if the HPC's I saw knew that there was an excellent drop-in clinic at the hospital and me not having to spend and hour on the internet before I found it.
Then I would have been nice if the clinic had been open at half-term.
Not being told by the NCT councillor I called that it was okay that my baby was not pooing because it was normal for breastfed babies to go a few days without pooing. Even when I kept saying, "are you sure, because he's under six weeks and everything I've read said that's not normal."
Not being left completely to my own devices as soon as he had finally regained his birth weight at four weeks. After spending a month having my confidence compltely shattered at every oppurtunity I was suddenly all alone and, TBH, couldn't cope.
The death knell was when I took him for his 6 week check and the doctor looked at him and asked 'So how premature was he?', when he was actually 2 weeks overdue.
He really praised me for still feeding after all the problems I'd had, but I went straight home that afternoon and said I couldn't do it anymore.
It never hurt, I never had sore nipples, I was doing okay with the sleep deprevation, I didn't mind sitting down all day long feeding and feeding and feeding (DP left me a packed lunch and flask of tea in the fridge every day, bless him.) At the end of the day it was lack of confidence that got me.