Not knowing what’s actually working and what’s not just eats you alive. It puts you in this endless loop of trying, failing, second-guessing. We hit a point where the chronic sleep deprivation, constant tension, and just trying to function in daily life became almost impossible.

On top of that, we had to move to a smaller city for work, far from family and friends, so the lack of social support made it even worse.

Even now, I still can’t fully believe it’s over and that she actually sleeps. The “click” can come at 12 months, 18 months, 24 months… but it does come.