B.C.
At 6 months my son would cry like his little heart was breaking if I even put him down for a few minutes. I just couldn't stand hearing that plaintive cry. So I learned how to use the bathroom while I held him. Eventually he was ok if I let him sit outside the door for a few min if he could still see me. I couldn't hold him while cooking, but if I put one foot way out behind me away from the stove, he was happy sitting on my foot. Ridiculous, I know, but it made him happy.