My confession? I hated breastfeeding it. HATED IT. There was absolutely NOTHING I enjoyed about it. I did NOT think it help me bond with my baby. If anything, it made me resent her for not letting me have my body back. I also resented that my husband couldn't be the one to get up and feed her. It hurt at worst and was very uncomfortable at best. I did it for a month before I said, "Screw this," and pulled out the formula and bottles. Holy crap. That was the best thing I ever did. I actually enjoyed feeding my daughter. I looked down and smiled at her as she played with my hair. It was beautiful. With my second child, I didn't even think about breastfeeding and went straight to the bottle. And you know what? My kids are now happy, healthy 10 and 13 year olds. They're in the gifted program at school. They are both ace athletes too. Gee, they didn't turn out to be fat, stupid, and sickly like all the breastfeeding Nazis said they would. Go figure.