Here is a post I wrote for Scary Mommy, where I discuss the pressure to breastfeed and the guilt that can ensue when moms cannot (or do not want to) nurse:
When I think back to my nursing days, I am flooded with images: falling asleep with my son in my arms in the middle of the night; wrestling with my pump as it mocked me with its persistent “Wheee-ooo! Whee-ooo!”; walking around the house with that damned nursing pillow strapped to my waist like some sort of cigarette girl at an old-time movie theater; and sitting with my son in my lap, my face contorted in horror, as another woman shared the story of how her breastfeeding baby bit part of her nipple off.