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If you haven’t come across Dream Tubes before you may be wondering what exactly they are. They conjure up some interesting images don’t they? They make me imagine a magical tunnel, ready to whisk me off in my sleep to a wonderful dream land filled with marshmallows.

Or maybe that’s just me.

Dream Tubes are actually a really clever invention for toddlers moving into their own bed, to stop them falling out of bed. They’re inflatable tubes that slide easily into a specially designed sheet, available in two sizes to fit a cot bed or standard single bed.

They’re much more effective than bed guards, as they don’t leave any gaps to get stuck in, and are nice and soft.

To enter today’s advent competition, leave us a comment on this post, telling us what your dream job would be. Mine would be a chocolate and wine tester. Obviously. With Colin Firth as my assistant.

You’ve got until tomorrow to get in your Christmas Cuddledry orders, and if you spend over £35 we’ve got a special last minute discount for you – enter the promotional code LASTMINUTE for 20% off all orders over £35.

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We carry our babies inside our bodies for nine months, so it surely makes sense to keep them close once they’re born? Today we have a post from Rachael at Kangarinos about the joys of slings and baby wearing…

A guest blog post all about baby slings and carriers! How exciting! A whole new audience to subject – sorry I mean entertain – with my favourite subject, where do I start? And how do I stop once I’ve started?! It’s all too much, I think I’m going to have to have a lie down in a darkened room cuddling a Wrapsody (lovely, soft, ethically made, hand batiked, generally beautiful, stretchy wrap)….

Ok, I’m back and relatively calm, I even brought chocolate (which incidentally is a colourway of the Pouchling Ring Sling!), all is well! Perhaps I’ll try to keep it relatively simple, tell you a little about why I like slings so much and how they’ve benefited us?

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Another lovely guest post today from 33 year old Nerys, mum to 15 month old Clara. Nerys tells a lovely story here of grubby babies, birdies and an appetite for sand!

The need to buy a new washing machine last month should have made me realise that Clara is a magnet to dirt, but today she’s managed to get super grubby. It was whilst having a brilliant afternoon out, so I don’t mind, but I am wondering if her shoes can be salvaged!

We rode a mini steam train around Brampton Park in Newcastle-under-Lyme and looked at the birds and bunnies at the museum’s aviary, which meant a new word – birdie! She’s saying something new most days now – yesterday it was tree and I love it, all these firsts which make us both smile.

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If you’re taking a toddler on holiday this year, chances are you’ll be worrying about how you are going to keep them safe in the sun. With so many UV sun protection options for kids, it can be hard to know where to begin! So why not put you mind at rest with one of our SPF50+ Poncho Towels, designed to offer flexible UV protection for children spending time in the sun in the UK and abroad.

Cuddledry poncho towels have been treated with a high quality sun block, which is applied like a dye to the fabric and stays with it permanently, regardless of washing and use. It provides a sun protection factor of 50+. The towels use patented Rayosan™ technology, which coats the fabric and acts like a mirror, deflecting the harmful UVA and UVB rays off the towel, instead of letting them pass through the fabric harming delicate skin.

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So far on the blog we’ve been quite lighthearted, so today I wanted to include a post from Kathryn Brown. Kathryn’s story is on a more serious subject, but it is beautiful and inspiring – a testament to the unconditional love we feel for our children, whatever labels are put on them.

Kathryn Brown and blogs as Crystal Jigsaw. She runs a sheep and arable farm with her husband in the most northern corner of England, in the beautiful county of Northumberland.  They have a ten year old daughter, Amy.

Amy was diagnosed with autism in October 2003.  We knew something was atypical about her when she turned two years old and began to attend the local village nursery.  But up until then, no one would ever have realised that Amy was facing a lifelong, incurable condition which would require her receiving endless hours of support in order to just ensure she was able to attend a mainstream school.

She slept well, ate well, spoke in the usual baby language, but I guess, as her mother, I had an incline buried deep at the back of my mind that one day I would have to accept that perhaps Amy would need extra assistance.  It took eighteen months of assessments, meetings with professionals, surgery visits and home visits from the health visitor before a diagnosis was reached.  This is a normal procedure and the length of time does vary between children.  For some, it takes many years to reach the conclusion of which the consultant will eventually find.

When I received the letter which was supposed to change our lives, I simply read it and filed it away.  The only meaning it had for me was confirmation to the County Council that my child was indeed autistic and they would have to start proceedings to ensure she got the support she needed.  She was still Amy.  Her autism has never changed the way I feel about her.  Loving her unconditionally from the moment she was born was something I knew would carry me through the darkest days which lay ahead.  And there were many of them.

Being a nursery age child with ASD was no walk in the park.  I suspect for Amy also.  Her frustration at being unable to understand her peers’ behaviour, caused her to become aggressive and a lot of the other children would avoid her, leaving her to play alone in a corner, sometimes happier than they were.  She formed a bubble around her, as though living her life inside it, seeming to not even want to step foot into the outside world.  But as time went on and I learnt more about autism, I came to realise that the bubble was Amy’s world.  For her to be on the outside would have meant swimming in an endless ocean, a wrath of insecurity with nothing to hold onto.  She accepted my world whilst I accepted hers, and over the years, the bubble has become a little less solid, allowing me to make more sense of my daughter’s life.

Amy is autistic.  She is not different.  And she is my whole world.

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So, you and your partner are ready- you’re young and reasonably healthy, but both of you have started to hear the tick tock of the biological clock. You want a baby. Should be a easy, right? Not always! Cuddledry asked CLAIRE CURRAN, mum of two toddlers whose antics provide the inspiration for her Twenty Something Mum blog, about her experiences of trying to get pregnant…

My partner  and I had been trying for a baby for 5 years. We had been trying for so long that I think both of us thought it would never happen for us. Even friends had made us God Parents to lots of their offspring, which was nice of them but did feel like a bit of a consolation prize.

I think for a number of years I personally kept the pregnancy test industry in business, as in a cruel twist every few months over the five years my period would be late (sometimes by two weeks), and of course we would get excited, only to have the knock back of a negative test.

In the end, a very good friend of mine bought me a bumper pack, as a gift-may seem mean, but she was my closest girlfriend and wanted us to get our wish more than we did.

I tried lots of old wives tales to aid pregnancy-eating certain foods, not eating certain foods, not drinking alcohol, banning smoking in the house/garden and anywhere I may breathe it in, and taking Folic Acid capsules (euuuurrrghhh).

One daft one I look back on and think “what was I thinking?”, but took incredibly seriously at the time, was when I would do a kind of head stand against the bedroom wall whilst lying on the bed-I had read somewhere that holding your lower body like this after sex would help the little swimmers reach their goal. But after 5 minutes, and not being the most athletic of people, the blood would rush to my head and I’d want to keel over!

In the end, we gave up, and had made an appointment for the docs to find out what was wrong. It was awful, as at this point we were blaming each other and having the odd serious row about the whole thing.I would blame Ed’s age and his raving lifestyle back in the early nineties, and he would blame me for my stressed nature- his view was that if I stopped agonising over it, it would happen.At times we nearly destroyed our whole relationship over something that had started out as a sign of how goodour relationship was.

So, one day, we had a barbecue, with lots of friends, and one of my girlfriends announced she was 3 months gone-and would we like to be God Parents. I would always be so pleased for people, but sometimes it was hard.

I had told my friends I had basically given up trying, and for the first time in ages, had a few glasses of wine. I really had a great time that day, for the first time in ages, and the lack of baby, despite my friends news, was right at the back of my mind. Both of us had a good laugh at the predictability of us being asked to be Godparents.

At the end of the evening, when everyone went home, I was slightly tipsy. We had been joking about everyone sneezing and having babies 9 months after, and in the end were laughing. As I needed the loo, I remarked to my other half to sneeze on me. I then thought I’d get a test out and pretend as a joke it had worked.

So imagine the shock I had when it turned positive!

I couldn’t find a pen so had decided that when 1 line for negative came out I’d joke that with this test it was positive. But two lines appeared. I screamed, running out the bathroom and jumping in Ed’s lap. After doing 3 more(!) all either of us could do was laugh and say “Oh, a baby” alot like morons.

And now we have Chrissy who is nearly 3 and also (within 11 months of Chrissy I was pregnant again) Edward who is a year- no sneeze required!

Never give up, don’t let it destroy you as a couple, and don’t expect it to happen over night- and if you do have concerns, get checked out!

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