Ah, this was one of my sticking points amid the postpartum depression I had after a traumatic birth experience (long story--but I ended up unconscious--beyond terrified/prepped for death). I couldn't breastfeed, though I tried, because I ended up with a terrible infection following the marathon labor and all the awful stress on my body. I got myself into a cycle of guilt and fear that was hard to shake. For me it was about feeling like I had failed my child, both in not being present for her birth (again, knocked out) and in not being able to nurse her. What I learned though through all that is how much I admired the women who were able to just know what was "right" for them and then honor it--you know? That's really setting a good example, ultimately, for your children too. By that I mean: good for you, be proud of yourself for having the self-awareness to know that nursing just doesn't feel right to you or suit you, and for honoring your own limits. That wasn't something I was able to do, and it brought me such torment. Bonding really is about keeping your baby close, making her feel safe and secure, talking to her and making eye contact. That's all the best stuff. ;)