Ahh, breastfeeding... the topic to bring the inner demon in me to surface. I apologize beforehand, this will be emotional and so forth...
My first son was a preemie, a small one (4 lbs), and he really could not handle the flow of milk coming out. I also had the problem of uncontrollable amounts of milk. Well, I was breastfeeding, and breastfeeding and pumping (because of medicins he had to take) for 3 months. And in my opinion whichever way a child receives breastmilk qualifies as breastfeeding. The pumping was hell. To this day I do not know why I did not give up earlier and had to torture myself with it.
Then, my second child was the best breastfeeder ever from the moment he was born, and he was a little piggie who ate it all (and thus grew a pound a week the first few months), in fact he still likes to empty his plate I breastfed him 8 months, probably could have done it longer because it was so easy and smooth, nearly unreal compared to my first experience.
But, we moved to different not-breastfeeding-friendly-culture, and that stopped it. The mean comments by other moms (unbelievable) and the vicious looks I got when breastfeeding in public were quite enough. For example this one woman with her little girl came by when I was sitting in ladies room breastfeeding my baby: the girl asked her mom what I was doing and that *itch answered "She is exposing her breasts".
Anyway, breastfeeding is enjoyable and such a convenient and easy way to feed your child when it goes smoothly and I am glad I got to enjoy it. But, I take hats off to those people who pump for a year to breastfeed their child, they are the real troopers out there because pumping is a physically and emotionally draining experience.