GIVEAWAY & REVIEW: Win a Whisbear “The Humming Bear” - CD: 19/02/2016

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The Whisbear “Humming Bear” is a soft toy that is cot-safe from birth & designed to emit white noise that resembles sounds that babies hear within the womb. “Toy of the Year” and a bestseller in Poland, this little guy was gifted to Princess Charlotte and is now breaking ground here in the UK

So what, if anything sets him apart from other sleeptime companions on the market?

Whisbear Review

So what exactly is he?

I’m calling him a ‘he’ as although I’m at risk of offending the PC brigade, he would better complement a blue / grey bedroom as opposed to a pink one. However he is intended to be gender neutral and, in fairness, babies do have a natural affinity for black, white and grey tones.

Whisbear

It’s also commonly accepted that white noise can be soothing for babies, right?

Well this little fella has a “shushing” / “humming” heart which can be likened to a hairdryer. This noise will mimic sounds that baby has heard in the womb. Nothing new there I hear you say.

Yet Whisbear is more technologically advanced than other white noise devices. In the first instance, the white noise is turned on by squeezing the heart which lives inside the back of his head within a Velcro pocket (obviously mum or dad will do this) - Then, not only does he then last a full 40 minutes to give baby adequate time to drift off, he also has a clever CRYSensor that swoops into action if your child wakes up. It’s also worth pointing out that the volume is adjustable so you turn it up over baby’s cries if they’ve worked themselves into a state.

He’s a quirky looking guy

Whisbear looks a little like a teddy octopus hybrid. He has a charming and baby-friendly face (no plastic eyes or hard bits), yet he also has 4 long textured legs rather than a traditional bear body. These legs (and his ears) are made from colourful and contrasting fabrics and have crinkle paper embedded within - perfect for curious fingers & encouraging early sensory development.

Whisbear Features

Another great feature is that the ends of the legs (the feet if you will) have hidden magnets in them. This means you can arrange him around cots bars, a pushchair chassis or car seat handle so he doesn’t physically have to be in the cot with baby if he’s proving too much of a distraction. That said, he is perfectly cot-safe and makes an adorable toy in his own right.

He is washable (as the white-noise maker is removable) and made in the EU from safe fabrics and materials. Handily he also comes in his own dustbag so will travel in style on holiday or to grandmas house (just as well as he’s likely to become an integral bedtime companion for your baby). Most notably there’s a real Scandi influence which all connotes a well-made and design-led product - as well as being practical, fun and stylish.

Whisbar Flat

Heidi’s reaction

I won’t kid myself or mislead you by saying this helped with Heidi’s sleeping in any way. But then, nothing does. My daughter is miracle of science and her sleeping problems have been well documented on this blog. In short, Heidi has night terrors, sleepwalks and wakes several times a night screaming and demanding a bottle. Given her case is now firmly in the hands of paediatricians, it would be pretty unfair of me to road test the Whisbear on such an abnormal sleeper.

Heidi Whisbear

So I’ve judged this product instead on it’s ability to soothe her mid-tantrum (and Lord knows she’s had enough of these recently!). In fact the Whisbear was invented to combat colic-induced pain, and has been hailed as a 24 hour remedy for calming little ones:

White noise can be used twenty-four hours a day. You`ll want to play it to calm crying episodes and during naps and nighttime sleep. Babies do best with special rumbling white noise. That`s what mimics the womb the best. The right type of white noise - for all naps and nights - is key to better sleep from day one to the first birthday… and well beyond!

Dr Harvey Karp, US-based Paediatrician

So what do I think?

I love him. He’s fantastic for nipping tantrums in the bud, and great as background noise when we read her a story at night. I can also recall a few times in the night where he’s been triggered into action by her whinging and managed to lull her back to sleep without us having to fetch her a bottle. I only wish we’d discovered him sooner as we might have stood a better chance of counteracting her unique set of sleep problems.

Any reservations?

There’s only one design flaw as I see it. That’s that, once he’s started his 40 minute cycle, if he’s in the clutches of your little one, you can’t turn him off. Owing to the fact his heart is in his head, you’ll find it tricky to extricate it and stop the sound.

Whisbear Heart

I also would have preferred a concealed zip for the heart pouch as this is less scratchy and better wearing than velcro. Again a moot point.

Where can I get one?

Whisbear is available in a few different colour ways (although these are very subtle and limited to the fabric on the legs). You can buy your own directly from the Whisbear website at a cost of £39.90.

Do I consider this reasonable?

Yep. Comparing it to Ewan the Dream Sheep (RRP £29.99) and other sound-based baby soothers, you’re getting a lot of added value here. Whisbear’s ergonomic design and textured ears are also more akin to a Lamaze pram toy than a soother. For me, this puts him in two camps - both toy and soother.

Yet you’re really paying for the CRYSensor technology. This is what sets this toy apart and is yet to replicated by other cot toys here in the UK. I never mind paying a premium for cutting edge products that deliver - I believe Whisbear to be one of those products.

Find out more

Facebook: @WhisbearUK / Twitter: @WhisbearUK / YouTube: @Whisbear

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Want to win a Whisbear “The Humming Bear”?

If you’d like the chance to win a Whisbear for your little one, follow the instructions below. This giveaway is open to UK residents only & the lucky winner will be contacted via email shortly after the closing date (19/02/2016) - Good luck!

Win an awardwinning Whisbear “Humming Bear” worth £39.90

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“Thanks for asking. No, I’m not dead”

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I’ve had almost two months away from the blog now. A few of you have nervously tweeted me to see if I’m still alive and I dread to think how many PRs have emailed to give me a bollocking for missing deadlines.

It would be much easier returning now if I had a decent reason for stepping away. Another pregnancy, a nasty accident, a relationship breakdown, an impromptu charity mission… any of these would be suitably sexy excuses for neglecting my blog, my one source of income and the relationships I’ve built through it.

The truth is however, I haven’t been up to much at all. Christmas passed in a wine-induced haze, my birthday came and went, and before I knew it, the days had slipped into weeks. There have been no dramas, no tears and no real celebrations either. At the magical age of 33, a few Facebook messages are about all I can stand on my birthday, and Christmas is simply an excuse to get plastered before midday so the squabbling over toys, dry turkey and shit festive television becomes a little more bearable.

It was nice. Nice to know the only responsibility I had was to my children. I spent time reading to them, playing peg puzzles and watching Disney movies in the day with the blinds drawn. I managed to cook a few meals for Craig and I, and had a neat little routine going with the dishwasher - that’s to say, I actually emptied it in the morning rather than pretended to have forgotten it when Craig came home from work. I swung the vacuum cleaner around every few days, and the house saw a few spritzes of Mr Sheen to boot.

Life began to make sense again, and things behind the front door steadily began to look like I imagine every other family home to look like. For the school-run my make-up was on point and my hair was straightened. I remembered His Lordship’s P.E Kit and book bag on the right day, and even met up with the other school mums for cheeky glasses of wine at lunchtime.

Me and Mine

All this was possible because I stopped writing. I stopped waking in the night to scribble down ideas. I stopped answering the 300+ emails that landed in my inbox. I stopped babysitting the children, and actually parented them. I stopped blogging.

Sounds like a good thing, right? Dare-I-say-it - a sensible decision.

Yet normal just doesn’t work for this family. I can’t be that mum that sits at the kitchen table overseeing her children stamp cookie cutters into playdough. I hate Disney with a passion. I don’t get any sense of joy from making bento lunchboxes and I positively hate asking Craig to sub me £10 to take the kids to a softplay centre.

I don’t think the kids like it either to be honest. I pick up a 12″ Hulk figure and have him smash Nightclub Barbie, and Dexter quietly rolls his eyes, plucks them from both me and smooths down Barbie’s tutu. I swathe Heidi in blankets and arrange her on my lap in time for Twirlywoos, and she none-too-politely wriggles to the other side of the sofa.

That’s not to say I’m unappreciated. They come to me to arbitrate when one has stolen a toy from the other, or when they trip over one of the many toys strewn across the lounge floor - but this isn’t new, they did this when I sat at the dining room in front of my laptop too. They plant the same number of random kisses on my cheeks throughout the day, and they still grin back at me when I grin at them. In short, they prefer that I’m seen and not heard.

So if I’m not really adding anything to their lives by giving up the blog, and I’m driving them and myself nuts trying to ingratiate myself to them, why do it? Similarly, if Craig doesn’t give too much of a shit if the dishwasher is empty or not, why quit the blog to do it?

I think I was designed to be busy, born to be stressed, and maybe even destined to blog. I’ve kept a notebook since age 6, wrote plays & stories from age 10, and have worked in social media since the conception of Twitter. Blogging is as much part of me as being a mum. I’ve kept this blog since the moment I found out I was pregnant with Dexter, and Craig only knew me a month before I started writing it. He’s well used to my tantrums when the internet cuts out, or the tears at 1am because I’m still typing & I’ve missed a Big Brother Live Eviction. It’s been a part of our lives, like a third child, from the off.

So, I’m guessing that means I’m back in the game. I won’t pretend it’s good to be back, but it does somehow feel right.

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