I felt that I had a real battle on my hands when I decided to breast feed my firstborn. It was as if our whole UK culture was set against it forty years ago. If I hadn't been so stubborn about it I would certainly have failed. I was also scared he'd be allergic to formula.
After my emergency cesarean, my husband had to insist that our son wasn't given a bottle, despite a recorded family history of severe cow's milk and soya allergies. There was no safe formula for him available there anyway. The nurses wanted to take him off to the nursery so I'd get a 'good sleep' but, (by then) lacking trust, we just had to refuse.
Newborns need feeding every two hours and at least once in the night. That's normal yet they said he was 'unsettled'. He lost weight in the first week, again perfectly normal, and they stressed about it. I think they were so used to the sleepy, dozy, bottle-fed infants (like that due to difficulties with digestion) that they viewed his alertness as odd and alarming.
Later, the tut tutting and odd stares I got when feeding in public were quite surprising. A pram sheet over my shoulder and front meant nothing was visible yet it was viewed as unusual/unacceptable behaviour, very strange.
The health visitor suggested 'topping him up' with special formula (even though he had gained reasonable weight) due to his wakefulness. He's never needed much sleep, then or since. Yes, I was exhausted and in pain for a few months but I coped well enough.
Of course, with the other three it was a complete breeze. By then, I knew the ropes, had confidence and found it all very convenient, especially the lack of expense, natural losing of pregnancy weight and ability to go out and about with just a few extra clothes and nappies. Thankfully, the daytime feeds were dropped well before they started talking (and asking for it in public). I fed them until they were two, then considered weird, but now recommended.