With my first baby I had taken the BFing classes, and was totally committed. I had my Boppy pillow, Udder Covers, a nursing stool & glider chair, Lanisol ointment, Lily Pads, and not a single bottle in the house.
Things changed very rapidly when I woke up one morning at 36.5 weeks and realized I hadn't felt my baby move since the night before. An emergency c-section later, I had a baby that had nearly died, clinging to life in the NICU. During my entire pregnancy my breasts didn't grow AT ALL. The NICU nurses assured me that my milk would come in. Every day I pumped and pumped and pumped. I couldn't even hold my baby for the first few days. My biggest yield EVER was 1 oz in 24 hours. When I was discharged I was given a hospital-grade pump, and pumped religiously. I met with lactation consultants, was drinking all the water I could--nothing helped. Still, each day when I came to the NICU and brought my tiny little contribution to my son's feedings, the nurses praised and encouraged me. Once my son was finally home, BFing was not easy, with 2 nosy in-laws always in the room and not giving me privacy when I needed it. However, by the time my son was home the nurses told me to just get as much as I could, and not to feel guilty if I had to supplement. After all, if he dropped back below 5 lbs, he'd have to be readmitted to the NICU, and we all know that hospitals are dangerous places for immature immune systems. So, baby 1 was 99.9% bottle fed, and I felt like an utter failure.
With babies #2 & 3, at a different hospital, the nurses were MUCH more in-your-face about the need to BF. They were actually dismissive, disheartening, and annoyed with my questions and requests for the LC to come to me. No amount of them telling me, "THIS IS WHAT YOUR BODY WAS MADE TO DO" could MAKE my body produce milk. One nurse was actually quite huffy with me, and it was only a few weeks later when I went for my son's check-up that the doctor told me, "You know, some women have insufficient glandular tissue. If your breasts never grow at all during pregnancy, you probably are one of these women." LIGHTBULB! DING DING DING! She was right!
A lot of the women I hang out with now are attachment-parentingphiles, and they still look at me like I have 3 eyes whenever I remind them that not ALL women CAN breastfeed. They are convinced that anyone can do it if they just try enough and have enough support.