When I was pregnant, I had visions of me as a mother cradling my baby lovingly while I breastfed in a rocking chair, blissed out on the magic of life and the simplicity of nurturing a growing child with my own body.

It has been 12 weeks since giving birth to a baby boy, and according to my nursing app, I've spent 4150 minutes feeding him so far this month. Every minute I have to remind myself why I'm doing this and that it's a temporary state. I would describe our experience as excruciating, frustrating, tedious, desperate, and gross.

I get so angry reading posts on La Leche League trying to troubleshoot issues on our breastfeeding journey. It DOES matter what you eat, formula fed babies DO sleep way better, and it hurt like the seventh circle of hell for the first 8 weeks.

I can't believe we've made it 3 months. If we were to switch to formula it would be Nutramigen due to allergies. I can't bring myself to switch over because it's expensive and because I physically am able to breastfeed when some mothers can't, so I should be grateful. I also had his tongue tie corrected when he was 5 weeks – it hurt him and I can't just give up breastfeeding after altering his body to make it less painful for me.

My poor little babe! He deserves a mother that enjoys her time spent nurturing him, not impatiently awaiting for this part of our experience to end, already.

How did women do this for thousands of years before formula was an option? Should I just switch?

Have any of you breastfed successfully even though you hated doing it?