It started quietly, at home, with a child who couldn't settle.
My son wasn't sleeping — not the ordinary kind of restless, but the kind that follows a family into the daylight. The tired mornings. The trouble focusing. The behavior everyone seemed to have an explanation for, and no one could change. It's a phase, we were told. He'll grow out of it. I wanted to believe them.
I didn't.
So I did what any parent does when the answers stop adding up. I went looking. And somewhere in all that reading and asking, I found the thing nobody had thought to check: how he was breathing.
