It's all about balance Leni. If you reduce the feeds you still produce milk, but not quite as much. The baby sucking and draining the boob is what stimulates your milk supply, which is why you naturally start to produce more when they feed more in growth spurt weeks (hence the comment 'you will always have enough').
Utter nightmare of a day yesterday. Was vaccinations.... or at least I thought it was... which meant getting the tiddler up and out at a time which did not fit with her idea of when she wanted breakfast. Net effect, she had to leave on an empty stomach. Never good. 50yds down the road she remembered that actually yes, she was hungry and started to scream. ... all the way to the surgery. It is a 20min walk. Sob. Once at the surgery the bastards lovely people there declared that no, we didn't have an appointment. It didn't matter that I had a letter confirming said fictitious appointment in my hand, we weren't in the book. So we left, dd still screaming.
Given I was now facing another 20 min walk home with screaming baby, I did what any insane parent would do in this situation - I decided to feed her whilst we walked. Cue much rootling about about in the sling to release a boob. It worked though, and was I guess a little more discrete than announcing one's presence with a bellowing baby. I suspect I may have given more than one old lady on the way out to buy their morning milk a bit of a funny turn, but hey, we do what we have to do to cope.
Weigh-ins... ah, those would be the things I don't go to then. I don't see the point to be honest. Aside from the fact the baby clinic here is once a month, on a schedule linked to a bank holiday adjusted lunar calendar with a quadratic shift (or so it seems), no one anywhere can tell me when to actually turn up. She looks fine, chubby even and as she only lost 10g weight in her first 5 days, and has obviously gained ever since, she is obviously healthy. I will wait until a HV clouts me before I consider changing this approach.
Reading the car travel advice with interest. We have a 6 hour trip coming up.... oh great joy. The back seat of our car is like travelling on a bouncy castle, so DD and I are both destined to be very sick. My plan for survival is to feed and change her in the car, and cross my fingers a lot.