Well here is my update:
Matthieu will no longer be put to the breast. At 4am this morning after sitting strapped with a friggin tube to my boob I was tired, he was seriously pissing me off that his arms were flying around, pulling the tube and he wouldnt flippin stay on the breast. I ended up shouting at him (yes...like a 7 week old baby responds to that...)
I then sat there holding him and crying and crying and crying that I had gotten so mad with him and promised him no more.
So no more fighting. No more spending hours trying to get him to BF when he just doesnt want to and no more me wondering why the hell I am trying to BF in those horrible moments of him at the breast. And yes, every moment of him on the breast was a horrible one.
Whether it was because he was incorrectly latched and my nipples were killing me, whether it was because I was too scared to move incase he came off the breast or whether it was because I was just waiting for him to pop off and the whole horrible cycle would start again.
I went downstairs, filled a bottle and gave it to him - ironically he was no longer hungry and had fed enough at the boob.
This morning for the next feed he got the bottle immediately - and didnt like it. Well too bad - he will learn to like the bottle again a lot quicker than he will learn to like the boob!
So RM - your friend J will not be hearing about a girl named Meags who managed to BF after 2 long months of pumping and trying. She will instead hear of a Meags who did try for 2 months, as did she and eventually decided instead of spending 90 minutes forcing him to drink from the boob, I can rather spend 30 minutes feeding from a bottle and have 60 minutes of smiles and coo's all for me