I can’t remember exactly when it happened, but a few weeks into my daughter’s life, I became obsessed with her sleep. It consumed me. To the point where I often thought about nothing else all day. Every single decision I made was predicated on how it might affect her naps or her sleep at night. When the sun would start to set, the Sundown Scaries would begin. Every evening, I sat around and worried about if she’d go to bed easily, how many times she’d wake up crying before we went to bed, and how many times she would wake up throughout the night. This, obviously, was not healthy.