My story
I know what those nights feel like.
When I became a mother, I didn't know a person could be this tired and keep going.
The nights blurred into one another. I woke, and fed, and rocked, and held — and then did it all again. My body ached. My thoughts felt slow and foggy. Some days I felt like I was disappearing a little, underneath the exhaustion.
And yet I loved my baby so completely. When my baby cried, everything in me wanted to go to them. Being close, holding them, answering their call — that felt like the most natural thing in the world.
Leaving my baby alone to cry was not something I felt comfortable doing.
But I was depleted. Overwhelmed. Unsure how much longer I could continue without proper rest.
So I searched for answers. And it seemed that wherever I looked, the message was the same: if you want more sleep, you have to let your baby cry it out.
I believed I had two choices. Stop responding to my baby's cries — or accept that extreme sleep deprivation was simply part of motherhood.
Neither felt right.
At the time, I didn't realise that other approaches to sleep support existed.
Discovering another way
[In your own words: how you came to learn that responsive sleep support was possible. What did you read, who did you meet, what shifted?]
What changed for us
[Optional: share honestly what changed in your family — without implying the same outcome for everyone.]
My training
I'm trained and certified in gentle sleep counseling. Before this I worked as a primary school teacher, where my real curiosity was always child development — watching how children grow, and meeting each one exactly where they are. That's the same lens I bring to your family: curiosity first, no assumptions, and no pretending there's one right way for every child.
That experience is the reason I do this work.
I want mothers who feel exhausted, confused, or trapped between their own needs and their baby's needs to know that they have options.
I can offer understanding, guidance, and an approach that makes space for both your baby's needs and your own.
Because I remember what it felt like to think there was no other way.
Why Luberry
Mi Luca. Mi Luca Lou. Mi Luberry.
Luca is the baby I held in the dark, wondering whether there was another way.
Luberry is what I call him. This work carries his name, because it started with him.
If this feels familiar, I'd love to hear from you.
No pressure, no judgement. Just a conversation between two people who understand.
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