I’m sick and tired of the breastfeeding Mafia putting so much pressure on everyone. Fair enough if it works for you, but don’t make us feel guilty if we can’t do it. I tried to breastfeed Richard Hammond for a solid week until my nipples were cracked and bleeding, and the poor wee guy was starving so I had no option but to bottle-feed him in the end. The dreadful feelings of guilt remain with me every day.
I’m not going to ask what breastfeeding is because it sounds pretty gross, and is probably another one of those horrors lined up for when I’m grown up, along with taxes, childbirth and designing an IKEA kitchen.
Hope that helps!