Emerald - I've just had a wee dander over into AIBU too (scary place, I don't go there often...), and I can just say YWNBU to smack her one. What a prize tit, in more ways than one. Honestly, whatever happened to the sisterhood
? I ebf for the first 10 weeks, but not out of some great stance of superior perfect parent-ness. No, I did it because I have a baby that came out of the womb with a fierce determination to latch on and down as much milk as possible within the shortest possible time, and I am a lazy cah. In the words of the lactation consultant on the maternity ward 'oh, you'll not have any problems with this one'.
For me it was the easy option, a case of just bung her on and leave her to it. In comparison sterilising bottles seemed like a massive pita. So, there you have it, breast was best, but if it hadn't worked out for whatever reason I'd have switched and that would have been just fine too. In fact for the last week or so I have been slowly transitioning with a view to cutting out the bf before she gets teeth, and that is largely a lifestyle choice. 1. I wish retain my nipples, unshredded, 2. 8 hours a day pinned to the sofa is beginning to be less cuddly bonding, and more tedious, and 3. I'm losing to much weight and want to hang on to my calories. So shoot me. I also speak as the child of a 1970s academic who considered bf-ing to be a boring hippy activity and bunged me on the bottle from day one, and guess what.... I turned out fine. Perfectly robust, and with more academic qualifications than is entirely healthy. Nowt wrong with powder in my book.
So, ditch the guilt, and join the rest of us on the 'bad' mummy bench. I mean that in an ironic comedy way... there is not one bad mum on here, but we suffer from The Guilt 
Eig - that hotel sounds lovely, I may have a google as a baby friendly trip away sounds almost too good to be true. Our travel cot search is for nothing more exciting than a few days in Devon. That said it is to introduce her littlest-ship to her 98 year old great granddad, which is I guess quite exciting after all.
Ah, the tiddler awakes, and the DH would appear to have gone for a drive in his 'stupid' car, so that makes it my job to enquire as to her nappy and or breakfast requirements.