When I had my DS, I had no milk... so he went onto formula before I left the hospital. I tried so hard to increase supply and supplement, but even the lactation centre said I should stop worrying and stick with the formula.

So... 18 months later I've had a DD... and I wanted to do the best I could to breastfeed. I was in doubt when there was no increase in my breast size at any point before or after the birth. And then she was losing weight (more then 10%) in hospital - and they didn't hesitate to suggest formula (although the same hospital barely whispered the word formula 18 months ago).

I started giving her formula top ups (after LONG breastfeeds, and EBM top ups)... because she is a little piggy and drinks heaps - then sleeps for ages!
But I have persisted with the breastfeeding and don't hesitate to flop the boobies out when needed.

My MIL has come from o/s... so we are doing the tourist thing.
In the last two weeks I have breastfed:

- in the middle of Caulfield Park at the Chanuka festival - surrounded by 1000's (yes thousands!) of Jewish people (mostly religious ones!)

- at the Zoo... outside the monkey enclosure

- on Puffing Billy steam train.

Until yesterday, I didn't own any "breast feeding" tops - and my boobies are huge (even when I'm not pregnant)... so it's a bit difficult to be 'discreet'. But I have managed to feed her with a nappy covering us up - and no comments or looks.
I was given a breast feeding singlet for Christmas yesterday... so that will make things a little easier in future.

But I'm really happy that I am able to feed my darling DD whenever she has got hungry. And I've not had to stress about heating up bottles.

I must admit... there are times when bottle feeding is a blessing. After feeding DD for nearly 2 hours on the boob - it's nice to hand her to daddy or MIL for some bonding. Or when there are times I can't be around... like today I went to the boxing day sales - and left DD sleeping like an angel... and daddy fed her when she woke up.

Hopefully my milk will increase so that the booby feeds will satisfy her. I hate it when she feeds for ages... then starts crying and sucking on her hand because she's still hungry. I wish we could tell how much booby milk she was getting.