First, I used a CPAP machine. Imagine trying to fall asleep with a vacuum cleaner strapped to your face. My wife said I looked like Darth Vader, and intimacy was completely out of the question.
Next, I tried head straps and nasal strips. Not only were they uncomfortable, but they made me feel like I was preparing for a wrestling match rather than a good night’s sleep. After a week, they ended up in our drawer of failed solutions.
Changing my sleeping position didn’t help either. The doctor suggested sleeping on my side, but I always woke up on my back, struggling to catch my breath. Every morning was worse than the one before.
I spent hundreds on treatments that either didn’t work or made me feel like a patient instead of a husband. That’s when my wife decided to take matters into her own hands.