I think, in terms of getting people who start breastfeeding to continue, more honesty is needed about how bloomin hard it actually is to breastfeed! I know that it is painted as this wonderful thing to try and encourage people to actually start, but in the end this is what hindered me.
I was SO naive about breastfeeding while I was pregnant. I had dutifully gone to my NCT workshop and had been shown these pictures of women happliy breastfeeding everywhere - in a sling, in the park, by a lake, all with big smiles on their faces. Any concerns that we had about it were glossed over, and th emphasis was very much on how great it is. I thought I would easily breastfeed until 6 months and beyond, and saw myself proudly breastfeeding in public. I was so looking forward to cuddling him as we bonded. It would be nose to nipple, open mouth and off we go!
I was also incredibly judgemental about mothers who formula fed. I didnt understand how people could 'give up' so easily - how hard could it be? If someone had told me that my son would be on formula by the time he was 3 weeks old I would have never beleived them.
I really think this naivety about breastfeeding was what caused me to give up - I think I was so shell shocked by how hard it was and how much I hated it that I didnt have the strength to carry on. The first couple of days were fine, midwives told me he had a lovely latch and all was good. However, then the pain and sore nipples started and it went downhill from there. I just wasnt prepared for the pain, the cluster feeding, and I got myself in such a tizz about which boob to offer next, same boob? other boob? both in one feed? because I was worried about my supply. It was all just so unexpected.
It looked like DS ws doing it right, but it cant have been right as it was so painful. I rang a breastfeeding counsellor who, although was lovely, wasnt really able to help me as it seemed like we were doing everything she said. My friend had been to a breastfeeding session, but said it was just full of women happily breastfeeding, so that put me off. Everytime I looked at my shredded, bleeding nipples I just wanted to cry. I was dreading feeding DS and every time I got my boob out to feed him I felt sick.
In the end I switched pretty quickly and it was definitely the best decision for all of us - if I hd carried on I could see myself going down a PND road. However, I still think that if I hd been more informed about the realities of how hard breastfeeding can be, I would have been more prepared for the difficulties, and therefore more committed when it didnt go well straight away.