I appreciate it must be hard hearing about breastfeeding, but it is important to get it in perspective. I find it hard reading about the births, the natural ones especially, as I could not do that this time or last time, and that still saddens me and makes me feel less of a woman, less of a mother, but I know by looking at my older two, that the birth, and also the feeding are such short periods in their lives, and do not really matter in the grand scheme of things. So long as they are born safely, and fed, that is all that really matters. The birth and feeding bother us way more than it bothers them, and guilt, looking back with regret is only likely to impact negatively on them. It is today, and the future that matters. We cannot change the past. We need to look forward, as that is the way we are travelling. Nobody will ask about the birth or feeding method on the first day of school.
All of us who have graduated should take a moment to look at the little bundle of wonderfulness in our arms, and just count our blessings. It is easy to forget in the blur of sleep depravation, being pissed, shitted and puked on, sore nipples, sore fanjos, section scars, stretch marks, etc etc, that we would do it again in a heartbeat for this little scrap. Indeed we would gladly die for them. Our lives will never be the same again. There are also many who started this journey with us who did not graduate, and would give their right arm to swap places right now.