Good morning
DS is six months. I think the charitable way to describe him would be highly strung. When he is happy, he's lovely, giggly and smiley. When he's not, he screams. A lot. Loudly, like someone's ripping his limbs off. At no point in his life has he ever stopped yelling of his own accord. There is genererally no discernable reason for yelling, other than he wants picking up and hoisted round the house at my shoulder. This is not always possible. There is never any breathing space between happy and not-happy. And there is no middle ground. The other babies I know of a similar age are placid little things, gently waiting while mum gets the shopping in from the car, instead of screaming blue murder.
And he wakes up at 4am. According to the in-laws, and the HV, he should be sleeping 7pm to 7pm.
What the feck is going on?