I'm afraid I have to disagree with Mears's objection to women being to have formula available 'just in case'. Had I been given that advice, that mixed feeding was an option rather than the all-or-nothing doctrine I received before and after my son was born, my experience of the first few weeks of motherhood might have been much more positive.
Well I went to all the ante-natal classes and appointments, read the books and magazines, visited the websites - amd when my son was born 8 months ago I had every intention of breastfeeding him - after all it was best for him, and to do anything else would be depriving him of the best start to life, wouldn't it? Unfortunately although he had no problem latching on I simply wasn't producing as much milk as he wanted. Well everyone kept saying, just persevere and it'll sort itself out. So for three weeks I was feeding virtually non-stop, frequently for 6 hours at a time, and with never more than half an hour between feeds. As you can imagine the result was sore nipples, an exhausted mum, and a tired but still hungry baby.
Eventually when I was so exhausted that I could do nothing more and fell asleep anyway, my husband without me knowing gave him a bottle. And guess what, not only did my baby sleep afterwards, but I did. And although I went ballistic at my husband at the time, beleiving that he'd ruined any chance of continuing to breastfeed, and that our son would be disadvantaged for the rest of his life because of it (yes, that was the message I'd been getting from the midwives and HV's) that 6 hour break was all that was needed to allow my milk to build up enough for the next feed to actually produce enough without the many-hour marathons we'd had before. Result happier baby and happier mum.
Was three weeks of being constantly hungry and losing weight really the best start in life for him? Was having a mum who was so stressed by the sense of failure, and so determined not to give up on breastfeeding, that she was constantly in tears really the best start in life for him? As it is although he's a happy, healthy child at the moment he's never really caught up the weight he should have gained in those first few weeks (slipping from 91st centile to 25th), and who knows what the long term effects of that might be?
I suppose the moral of the story is that the world isn't black and white, but shades of grey. Just one bottle a day from then on was all it took to be able to continue breastfeeding until my son was 6 months old. Is that such a a heinous crime? Yet I was made to feel so guilty about it that I didn't dare to admit to the Health Visitors that we'd let him have that one bottle for fear of the castigation that would follow. (By the way all but one of the breastfeeding mothers I knew had given up well before I eventually did.) Without that one bottle I would undoubtedly have eventually been forced from pure desperation to switch entirely, yet in the end it was giving a bottle which enabled me to carry on breastfeeding.
Next time around I'd have no hesitation in introducing a single bottle at bedtime earlier, to ensure that those early weeks don't become a living nightmare again. Will I admit to doing so? No probably not - the bottles will probably stay hidden in the cupboard and only extracted when no critical judgmental eyes might spot them. But I can't help wondering, how many other people, who to the eyes of the world are exclusively breastfeeding are in reality supplementing?