When my son was born a month early 3.5 years later and put in the NICU, I was anxious to start kangaroo care right away. I was put off by the nurse and didn’t get to hold him until the night before they released him! (a long story – I truly disliked this nurse and she seemed to be determined to thwart my being involved with MY child, even including getting in the way of my access to the doctor) As a result (and I firmly believe the limited physical contact between him and me came into play with this) he was miserable – agitated, irritable and uncomfortable his entire stay. I never understood the term “uncomfortable in their own skin” until I met my son. The first time I saw him relax was when they finally put him in my arms and I got to try nursing him for the first time. He just kind of let out a sigh and I felt his body let go like he was thinking “finally!”.