Everyone in my family was FF and they are generally rather anti-BF. All I heard whilst pregnant was how disgusting it was, indecent in public, etc. I did, however, intend to try BF but I do think I already had a mental thing in my head that was working against me.
Anyway, I had DS early on Sat morning and he fed off me to start with and then was pretty out of it (c-section) through Sat. DH had to leave the ward that night and I was very nervous about being on my own with the baby. He woke up that night very hungry and basically constantly tried to feed ALL night. I had no sleep AT ALL. He finally passed out in the early AM on Sunday for 2 hours before he kicked off again. I was absolutely distraught as he literally screamed the place down every time I put him off the breast. I had also had no sleep since the Thurs.
Because the post-natal ward was crammed, we were in the pre-natal ward, which was great for space but lousy for midwife care. Every time a midwife came by, they told me to let him feed and get some sleep myself, which wasn't happening. EVENTUALLY, last thing on Sunday, the midwife had me express and two drops of colostrum came out. DS was basically starving. She had him go onto cup-feeding and he gulped down so much formula that he then projectile-vomited every time. My boobs were red raw and so very painful.
Basically, by the time I went home, I was a jibbering wreck and had lost all confidence in my ability to feed DS. My milk came in on the Tuesday and my supply was low. I fumbled around for a day or two, half BF and half-FF. The community midwife was lovely and really encouraging of BF but my family put a lot of pressure on me to FF, telling me I was damaging DS, and I eventually caved in and switched to bottles totally.
I have made my peace with the decision and DS has thrived but we are currently ttc and I really want to BF with the next baby. I feel more prepared for what might happen and more educated about what to expect (as with so many things!)