My vehicle is INFP, 9w8. Vroom vroom!!
I was pretty calm as a baby, actually! I was the "perfect" child, as my mom puts it. There was always a video camera on me. I wasn't a spacey comatose baby, just relaxed and a bit cautious later. When I woke up in the morning, I would coo contentedly in my crib and wait for someone to come and get me out of bed. I was very chill. One of the only times I wasn't chill is when diphenhydramine/Benadryl cream was rubbed on my bug bites. I would get VERY VERY angry. Diphenhydramine still has a strong effect on my mentality, and I can't take that or any other allergy medicine, including non-drowsy types. The other time I would get very very angry was when I would fall asleep during a car ride and then be woken up at the destination. I often had to be driven back home. I remember my mom telling me she was going to be my "riding buddy", and I think this was a ploy to prevent me from dozing off on the road. After I had more of a mental life, this wasn't a problem because I could just stare out the window and imagine things.
I had bad eyesight that no one knew about until I was 5, so I was very careful when it came to steps. I was afraid of men who weren't my dad because they were so tall that I couldn't see their facial expressions. I couldn't tell if the low voice was happy or angry, and the faces looked like dark pits for eyes, so it was no use to look there. My eye contact is still not what you would call standard. I didn't have a firm grasp of routine and the passage of time until I was 10 or 11. School had a routine, and I had a routine, but I was completely unaware of it. I was busy imagining things, so why bother giving any thought to the things that sort themselves out?