The midwife stood over me, clearly horrified. ‘You’ve ruined your baby’s stomach lining,’ she told me. A second midwife shook her head in outrage and despair: ‘You’re on a slippery slope,’ she warned me.  My crime? Giving my son Harrison formula milk when I couldn’t produce enough breast milk for one feed, let alone the regular supply he needed.  Over the next few days, as the midwives repeatedly accused me of not trying hard enough, I became exhausted and miserable. I’d even say I came close to developing post-natal depression as a result of the insensitivity and heartlessness of these women. The hospital was decorated with posters and leaflets on breastfeeding. Antenatal groups talked of its joys as though there were no alternatives. Websites such as Mumsnet were full of forums where forceful, aggressive women tore into anyone who suggested that milk could come from anywhere except a nipple. Everything seemed to reinforce the message that I was a bad mother. So much so, that the first three months of my baby’s life were tainted by guilt and pressure — precious time that I can never get back. These feelings came flooding back this week when I read that Save The Children has rec...