I shall try to define myself in a sentence with a pithy comment at the end:
I'm just an English bloke who lives in Canada after marrying a Canadian lady he met while living in Japan. Yeah, that old cliché.
Spend about two months not getting the baby to sleep well despite trying everything every book ever written on baby sleep says. Use various rituals averaging ninety minutes in length to achieve 45 minutes’ sleep before baby wakes again.
One night baby decides she’s going to go to sleep by herself without rocking, shushing or elaborate dances. When baby wakes up in the night, she briefly cries, then falls back to sleep, which she’s never done before. Parents get no sleep as they are convinced their non-waking-up baby is not breathing.
On the next night, parents do not allow themselves to contemplate the possibility that their baby has somehow turned the corner into the blessed highway marked “sleep”. Everything they do is an exact replica of the previous night, including clothes worn, music played and dinner eaten. Baby sleeps as well as previous night.
On the third night, parents allow themselves to think that maybe, just maybe, baby has had a switch turn in her brain and is now a sleep genius and from now on it’s uninterrupted twelve-hour slumber marathons with weekend late rising.
Baby takes six hours to get to sleep, wakes every ten minutes.