Agree. At best, if I was a stay-at-home mom, I'd let my child let me know when they're ready...anywhere from when their first teeth start coming in to 2 years old.
I wasn't able to breast-feed my one-and-only, even though I'd wanted to. He was born with a severe (and atypical) type of jaundice and was under special lights pretty much for the first week of his life. Because of it, they had to feed him water through a REALLY big nipple with a REALLY big hole. The little shit was *too lazy* to work for it, once he met my breast. It was pretty traumatic for all 3 of us, holding him up to my breast and listening to him scream out of hunger for 2 hours while I tried to *force* him to take it. Finally, I handed him to his dad, handed his dad a bottle and walked away from all of it, and cried for hours in the other room. Then, I decided that was last time his dad would feed him; even if I couldn't breast feed him, I could still be the only TO hold him while he fed.
He's [pretty (much)] "n-no-normal", these days. For the most part. Kinda.