So here's my battle with breast feeding.
Feeding my son colostrum was fine. A bit pinchy but ok, he had only lost 60g by day4 and was feeding every 3 hrs so I thought I was doing a great job. Then my milk came in.
Suddenly the baby blues hit me hard. My baby was crying to be fed all. The. Time. My nipples were bleeding and cracked, so i got nipple sheilds.He would feed solidly for 5 hours. Falling asleep at the boob only to wake 5 minutes later starving. I would give a good feed, rush to the shower and hear him crying from there. It was awful. I had everyone around me giving different advice "he mustn't be getting something from you if he's still hungry". It was heartbreaking. People would visit and say "your feeding him again??" and I course I would hide away to feed him. Once a night he would get a comp bottle, then sleep for a few hours satisified.
When he was two weeks old the green poo started. So now I was making him sick??? I perservered until week 5. My stitches (2nd degree tear) were infected. I was close to the edge and hated everything. Formula was my saviour.
So here's what I love, convenience, no self doubt (I know what/ how much he is eating), that without it I would of ended up severely depressed.
I desperately wanted to bf. I'm not entirely over it. But I now know what our problem was. I had an oversupply so ds was only getting foremilk. Hence the green poos, low weight gain and constant hunger. I have since seen how I can battle this if it happens again