I am another who regrets wasting too much time and angst on trying to breastfeed.
The worst time of it coincided with a wicked case of day 3,4,5,6,7....baby blues.
I put such pressure on myself, and for what? All I succeeded in doing was making myself feel like a failure and half-starving my poor baby
My HV was so concerned about her, she was talking about doing tests for dehydration. WTF was I thinking
Thankfully a good friend said to me "why are you doing this, give her a bottle for fucks sake". I did, and never looked back.
With my 2nd, I gave it a good attempt but when it didn't work out that was it. No guilt whatsover.
Some people just cannot physically BF. I couldn't, it turned out my let-down reflex was wonky.
Ironically, once the pressure was off and I stopped BF it kicked in with a vengeance and wouldn't bloody go away, much to DH's bemusement