I've always been drawn to children. Growing up, I looked after my two younger sisters while my mum was at work. Later, I became the devoted aunty, the one who shows up, who reads the bedtime stories, who stays. I'm not a mother myself, but I've spent my whole life caring for those who can't yet care for themselves. And somewhere along the way, that became my calling.

My fascination with sleep started in a sleep lab. While analysing nightly measurements, I was watching what our brains actually do during those hours, the extraordinary complexity of something we all do, every night, without thinking. And then I saw what happens when sleep breaks down. The effects on memory, immunity, mood, concentration, and relationships. Sleep is not just rest. It's the foundation of everything.

That knowledge sat with me. And then one evening, while scrolling through Instagram, I came across a video that stopped me completely.

A mother. 3am. Her baby crying. She was so exhausted she had lost control of herself, in a way that anyone who's been there would recognise, and that nobody talks about enough. I couldn't stop thinking about it for days. Not about what she'd done wrong. About what she hadn't been given.

How do we prevent families from getting to that point?

That question changed everything. I dove into the research. I completed my training as a sleep coach for babies and toddlers under Miriam Ende. I kept learning. And Nestling was born.