Katie Grace was my most lovely, most peaceful, most gentle birth out of all four of my children.
Unfortunately, that was pretty much where the quiet ended with her, at least for the first four months. She cried practically non-stop for that first bit of her life. She was the prickliest little baby I had ever met. She didn’t want to be held in the sling, at least not by me. She didn’t want to co-sleep. She didn’t want to comfort nurse. She didn’t want to put down and she didn’t want to be picked up and she didn’t want to be entertained and she didn’t want to be left alone. And while her sour disposition was displayed much of the time, it really kicked into high gear between the hours of 4 PM and 11 PM.