Chicco cuddle and bubble: A review 

I love playing with new toys so when baby J and I were asked if we would like to review the Chicco cuddle and bubble we jumped at the chance. 

Let me tell you about this wondrous bit of kit. It’s a changing station and bath in one. It’s a two in one system created for ease. Chicco pride themselves on their products having real value for money and duality. This checks all those boxes. Just recently too, Cuddle & Bubble received two Gold awards in the Loved by Parents awards for Best Bathtime Product and Most Innovative Bathtime Product. I can see why! Those awards are justly given. 

We have found this product amazing. It’s helped us no end. My G has a dreadful back after an accident years ago so has restricted movement. This has meant nappy changes and bath time have exclusively been mine to do. Since having the cuddle and bubble G has been able to actively take part in bath time and nappy changes. Excuse me a second whilst I produce some photos of baby J in action. 

   
This is before he needed a bath.

    
This is a naked baby J ready for his bath

 Baby J normally loves a bath but on this particular day was unsure 

   
More baby spam 

 
Ready to be dried 

   
   
Dressed. 

Now let me tell you some more particulars now the cute is out there. The cuddle and bubble is exceptionally easy to put together. I managed to get it together in 5 minutes. It comes out of the box like this…

  
Once you stand it up and lock the legs in to place it’s easy to put the rest together. It has pop rivets to adjust the height of the station too. 

  
I’m not short, I’m 5ft 9 and being on the first setting is fine. Likewise my mum is 5ft 4 and the same height setting is fine for her. When G uses it he adjusts it up to the middle setting, he’s 6ft 2 so generally speaking we leave it on that setting for ease of use for both of us. 

The cuddle and bubble is also very compact.  

 
This is the corner of my living room the cuddle and bubble lives. As it happens I have decided to leave it up and running at all times.

  
This is easier for us due to baby J’s age and the fact G can’t bend to change J on our existing changing mat. 

As you can see the cuddle and bubble comes with storage compartments on the side on the station for ease of use and there is also a box positioned underneath the station which has so much space. I have enough space that has meant my baby box with all the lotions and potions has been made redundant.

If I had all the space in the world I’d probably locate the cuddle and bubble upstairs but it works best for us in our current arrangements downstairs. 

Everyone who has visited the house since the cuddle and bubble has arrived have commented on how attractive it is. I must agree, it’s sleek and elegant in design. It’s sturdy and an amazing bit of kit. I love the ease of use. I can happily change baby J and enable to bath with one hand. The changing mat conveniently swings to the side and rests there. That’s probably an awful way of explaining it but here’s a photo of it side on so you can hopefully understand what I mean. 

  
I have been blown away by how much this has helped us. It retails at £99.99 and I would pay that without a shadow of a doubt. The build quality is superb and value for money is second to non. Chicco have really outdone themselves with this marvellous product and I wholeheartedly agree with the gold awards that this product has received. 
*disclaimer- I received this product to review and to give an honest opinion. All views are my own

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Struggling 

Today my blog plays host to a dear friend of mine who is struggling. It’s an honour to give her some place she can be anonymous yet still express what she needs to. Love you girly xx 
Today I’m really struggling. 
I’ve just spilled my guts out to a online friend, someone I’ve never met but whom I know will understand. You see she has a rubbish family too…
A little over a month ago I gave birth to a beautiful healthy baby boy. A brother for my daughter, the so called perfect family. Then things got hard, really hard. My daughter got chicken pox and we were given all sorts of rubbish advice including sending her away for 21 days! Throw in breast refusal and engorgment, mastitis, banK card being cloned and cut off and my husband having to return to work after one short week because his company screwed up his holidays. You get the picture, it was a super rough time, a month in and things have settled slightly. We spend the last weekend in our little caravan to have a little much needed break. Monday morning I did a load of washing and then didn’t get a chance to hang it out to dry. It was raining again (it rained the day before too). I finally managed to throw it on the airers in the evening when my husband returned home from work. 
I sit down on the sofa after dishing up dinner and look up at the strings on the wall. Baby boy has recieved many many cards, not a single one from a single member of my family… It hit me like a ton of bricks. Why is it so hard to send a card? Or even a text? Yes that’s right, over a month baby boy has been here and not a single text or call from either parent (separated) I cannot begin to explain how sad this makes me, it’s been hard. So so hard and they have no idea because neither care enough to ask. 
I know one thing, I’ll always make sure I’m there for my children when they’re older. Just because they are grown up with families of their own, won’t automatically mean they’re not struggling. I am struggling, I’m struggling to understand why they don’t care enough about me to ask that I’m ok. 
So yes I am crying over the fact that it’s now rained for three days so I can’t do anymore washing, I’m covered in sick, as is my whole bed after baby brought up a whole feed as he wouldn’t part with his wind. And there’s no point stripping the bed as I can’t wash it yet because I’m still trying to get the washing dry from two days ago. 
Am I depressed? No I don’t think so, I’m most definitely sad and well within my rights to be, but I also know why I am and it seems so unfair but I can at least start working on making it better somehow. Today I’ll give up with the washing and hug my two children tight, they will never feel rejected by me.

You’re a winner! 

I never ever win anything. It’s a sad fact of life, Lady Luck doesn’t ever really bless me with wins. Before baby J arrived I spent a lot of time entering Facebook competitions, and a lot in the early days. To be honest, I’ve always been of the opinion that the competitions are a bit of a con, used to just increase page likes. That was until I won! 

Yup, I won an actual Facebook competition. Me. I can tell you I actually jumped for joy, I’d won a brand new pram. This was amazing, I’d only felt a little bit pants a few days previous at having to reuse my pram from M. There is nothing wrong with that pram, I cleaned it up lovely before Jonah arrived. I know it’s my old one though and felt it looked a little grubby. So winning a pram was ace. Not just any pram though, I won a Greentom upp. If you’re not familiar with this pram, it’s the first pram ever made 100% out of recycled material. 

  
The company ethos of recycling filtered right through to the packaging, which was all cardboard and totally recyclable. My orange bag collection loved me. 

We love the pram. It’s so lightweight and lovely. It’s ridiculous compact when folded up too. 

It came with a travel cot, has a seat that reclines for parent facing or world facing and then converts in to an every day stroller. It’s lovely and a relief to know that this will carry me all the way through. 

   
 
I’d already ordered a snooze shade because the weather was improving and I didn’t fancy cooking the baby. The snooze shade and the pram arrived at the same time, which was great because it meant we could do this… 

   
    
   
M loves pushing baby J in the pram and checking on him to make sure he’s okay. He really is the best big brother and loves baby J unconditionally. Even if he has almost broken the baby a few times… That’s another blog post though. 

So yes, I won a pram. It’s really quite nifty and it certainly cheered me up no end. To steal a phrase, you’ve got to be in it to win it. I know I will be entering all the completions from now on! 
Disclaimer- I won this pram in a Facebook competition, I just wanted to tell you all how awesome the pram was and how chuffed I was to win something.