My first son slept like a dream. From early on he settled easily, slept through the night, and woke up happy. I thought I had this parenting thing figured out. Honestly, I felt pretty confident.

Then my second son arrived and quietly dismantled everything I thought I knew.

He woke every one to two hours, every night, sometimes more. He needed motion to fall asleep, which meant a lot of pacing, a lot of rocking, and a lot of dark hallways at 3am. I was exhausted in a way I hadn't prepared for. The days blurred together. There were moments when I barely recognised myself in the mirror, and even the smallest acts of self-care felt like too much to manage.

The hardest part was that I already knew about sleep. I had read the books, followed the advice, tried the routines. I told myself it would pass. But it didn't.

Eventually, I did something that felt both obvious and difficult at the same time. I reached out to a fellow sleep consultant and asked for help. Having someone to hold my hand, made all the diffrernce. On the first night, my son was sleeping through the night, and I finally felt like myself again.

That experience changed the direction of my life. I trained as a paediatric sleep consultant not because I had everything figured out, but because I know exactly what it feels like when you don't. I know the desperation, the self-doubt, and the relief that comes when things finally shift.

If you are in that place right now, you don't have to find your way through this alone.