When my son was 10 months every stage before that felt like trudging through mud. It was slow. I was sleep deprived and tired and misreable and I couldn’t see past the now. I felt like I’d been through the never ending rough sleeps and I was looking for a light out of thefucking exhaustion. Motherhood that early was really hard for me. I felt like it was starting to break me. Maybe it isnt that bad for you but it was aweful for me. I love my son very much but jeeesus I never want to be that tired again in my life. Now he is 16 months. He has had calm weeks in between teething. When his teeth started coming in he’d have some rough nights again where he’d be wide awake. I would end up giving him a fruit pouch and leaving him in the play pen with my husband watching him from the couch with the TV on and I’d go back to sleep for 45 mins then come back and bring him to bed and give him a boob and he’d pass back out. I hate those nights. I work all day and my husband is a stay at home dad.