I didn't set out to become an infant sleep consultant. I became one because I needed someone like me, and she didn't exist.
When my twin girls were born, I was already an older mum and the support I'd hoped would show up quietly disappeared as things got harder. No village. No backup. Just two babies, relentless sleep deprivation, and the particular kind of loneliness that comes from feeling like you should be coping better than you are. I'd scroll through forums and Instagram at 2am looking for answers, only to come away more confused and more defeated than before.
What made it harder still was that I was carrying things most people couldn't see, a history of postnatal depression, and the grief of recurrent miscarriage woven quietly into the backdrop of early motherhood. I wasn't just tired. I was depleted in ways that went far deeper than sleep.
And the one thing I kept wishing for wasn't a miracle, it was someone who could actually help my babies sleep, and walk alongside me while they did. Someone who truly got it, who wouldn't judge me, and who would still be there when I sent a message spiralling about whether I'd done the wrong thing. Better sleep was always the goal. Having someone steady beside me while we got there was what made it feel possible.
That person didn't appear. So eventually, I decided to become her.
I trained in infant sleep coaching with one of the leading sleep consultant academies in the UK, The Sleep Consultant Academy and now hold an OCN Accredited Infant Sleep Certification. I also hold a diploma in coaching and positive psychology, because I genuinely believe that a mum's confidence, emotional state, and capacity matter just as much as her baby's sleep schedule. Before becoming a sleep consultant, I spent ten years running a children's day nursery, which gave me a deep, hands-on understanding of child development, routines, and what little ones truly need to feel safe and settled. The two are inseparable. You cannot pour from an empty cup, and I'm not here to hand you a plan and wish you luck.
I'm a mum of four, two adult children and my five-year-old twin girls, who continue to teach me that parenting is never as neat as the books suggest. I love routine (truly), honest conversations, quiet evenings, a good Netflix series, and books that help me understand myself and the world a little better. I show up as myself, warm, calm, practical, and imperfect because that's the kind of support I'd have wanted, and it's the only kind I know how to genuinely offer.
