I have a funny story about cats and babies. Back in 1986 I took in a stray kitten. She was sweet and always wanted to be with us, constantly in laps, crawling all over my husband and me, sleeping in our bed, etc. Then, in 1988 we had our first child. Well, the day I came home from the hospital , I walked about 5 feet into the house and sat down on the couch with the child in my arms. The cat walked into the room, took one look at me and the baby, puffed up to three times her size, hissed and ran away to hide. That cat never wanted to have anything to do with me again! And she held that grudge for a very, very long time. She died last year at the ripe old age of 20!! For 18 years she wouldn't come near me for anything. She had no problem with my sons, though. She loved them, especially the youngest one. The two of them were pals and were never separated. When she finally died, my youngest child, who was 15 at the time, was so broken up.
The moral of the story is that cats make up their own minds. :)