Horrific. Even my 22 year old, childless, male friend who was round last night was shocked.
Not kissing them? Not cuddling them? Not holding them close while you feed them? All my instincts would have been screaming at me that it was WRONG, WRONG, WRONG.
My happiest memories of dd as a newborn was sitting cuddling her while I fed her, or continuing to cuddle after the feed (and trying to do Countdown one handed). Or just lying on the settee watching her in her chair as she slept. I'd spend hours doing that, studying every little bone, every eye lash, watching every little movement and thinking how amazing she was and how happy she was making me. I didn't go through what I did to get her to stick her out in the garden and ignore her.