When I was 22 and I had my son I had such little knowledge of all things baby - I had no interest, even as a little girl in dolls.
I just assumed breastfeeding was what you did and it was as easy as hello boob, meet baby and away you go...BUT.... very rarely is it like that.
Our son had tongue tie and I spent a hellish 3-4 weeks trying to breastfeed him, he was screaming all the time, hungry, frantic and nobody knew what was wrong. The latch was so so so painful, I dreaded that hungry scream. I started to resent him.
HV's were no help, just kept trying to latch him differently.
One night on the verge offalling apart OH just gave him a bottle and the change....peace, quiet, happy baby. Never looked backed. Couple months later tongue tie was detected by a close friend!!!! useless.
Summer 2010 n0.2 came along.
Again, I was planning to breastfeed but knew I wouldn't do it long term, just the first few weeks. I managed 6 weeks with her. Latch ok, bit of pain on my already mutilated right nipple (son wrecked that previously!) but she was a comfort feeder and I would spend 5hrs glued to the sofa early evening and I couldn't spend anytime with our 6yr old son. I got fed up with not moving for hours, not having any me time after being with a baby all day and that was that - formula for her too.
Guilt...no, none at all.
I was on SMA from the day I was born. Mum refused to breastfeed me after the traumatic birth. Midwives were cruel and said to her that if she didn't feed me then I would starve (reluctant to let mum formula feed) so mum called their bluff and said...ok!!! (needless to say, along came the bottle).
She breastfed my brother for 8mths.
Strange because mum and dad were so so poor when I was born, I slept in a dog biscuit packing crate yet they FF fed me and when brother came along 3yrs later they were much better off and breastfed him.....