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Can a ring stop you snoring? Win a Good Night Anti Snore Ring!

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There can be nothing more annoying for an exhausted new mum than finally getting to sleep only to be woken up by someone else’s snoring (or indeed their own)! This week we reviewed the Good Night Anti Snore Ring and you could win one of your own.
Angel Sleeps - Mr MilkChic is a dream in so many respects (Happy Father’s Day, darling…), his sleep noises can be deafening, so when I was offered the chance to trial the Good Night Anti Snoring Ring, I jumped at the chance. I was a little nervous of mentioning my commitment to the man himself, but it turns out his snoring even wakes him up and he had it out of the packaging before I could even photograph it!

In a recent clinical trial, this ring gave a measurable reduction in volume and amount of snoring in 85% of the people tested so we were keen to see whether it really did anything in the real world.

Good Night Anti Snoring RingWhat is it?

The Anti Snore ring is a rather innocuous silver coloured ring with a little gap in one side.

On the inside of the ring, two small nubs are designed to stimulate acupressure points.

How do you use it?
Good Night Anti Snoring Ring on fingerThe instructions say to wear the ring on your little finger with the gap at the top and the acupressure points at the sides.

Put it on about 30 minutes before you go to bed and the theory says you should have a peaceful night.

Does it work?

Well, yes. Yes it does! It’s not a complete silencer (you may still wish to consider a pillow or judiciously placed elbow for that), but it definitely makes it bearable. There was one night midweek when, having quickly got used to the gentler honeybee like snooze, I was rudely awakened by ear-shattering snorts of a whole other kind. Feeling the pain rather more keenly than usual, I kicked Mr awake to ask what was going on, only to discover he’d forgotten to wear the little silver dream machine. He has of course worn it religiously every night since and you’ll be pleased to hear that the bruises are now fading.

I have a Good Night Anti-Snoring Ring worth £29.99 to give away to one lucky reader.

Click to enter competition

Terms & Conditions:

The winner will be chosen at random from all entries received by 1st July 2015. The prize is 1 x Good Night Anti Snoring Ring in the size of the winner’s choice. No cash alternative is available. Winners will be contacted by e-mail. If we do not successfully make contact within 14 days, an alternative winner may be chosen. Please note that all entries will be validated and those which do not meet the entry requirements will be disqualified.

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Diary of another sleepless night


It started well, as so many nights do. You’d been busy all day playing with your sister, making and doing. You went outside. You read stories. You spoke to your brother on the phone… You fell asleep eating a good dinner at 6:30pm, a time which could plausibly be bedtime.

8:00pm: You whimper upstairs, startled by talking in the hallway. We hold our breath hoping you’ll drift off again but when the second, louder cry comes I scamper up the stairs chanting calming affirmations in my best singsong voice. You listen and relax, give me a kiss and lie down again. Your breathing slows and I creep downstairs.

“If she wakes again, it’s your turn”, I joke. We smile at each other. Maybe this is the night? Maybe tonight she’ll sleep. We turn on the television and I crochet, grateful for the moment of peace.

9:30pm: Again, a sound from upstairs. We pause the television and listen, waiting for the inevitable. “Muuuuuummmmmy!”, she cries. We look at each other and he keeps his side of the deal, climbing the stairs and making all the right soothing noises, but it doesn’t work. You asked for mummy, and it is mummy you need. I put down my crochet and join him at the top of the stairs.

You run into your brother’s empty room and lie on the bed, upset and confused. I don’t mind which bed you sleep in right now, which pleases you. You curl up in bed and try to go back to sleep, You ask me the questions that break my heart, “When I go to sleep, I ask myself why doesn’t mummy be with me…?”. I explain that mummy has to work when you are asleep so she can play with you in the daytime. You accept this, and your eyelids start to droop.

9:45pm: A sound somewhere outside. “I need the toilet, Mummy”. You are doing so well with toilet training that I can’t ignore it. I get you up and into the bathroom and I can see you waking up. The questions start to pour out. I grunt and nod, trying not to get drawn in.

10:00pm: You go back to your own bed and snuggle up. Maybe it was just your bladder making you restless as you seem happier now. As your gentle snores start, I once again tiptoe downstairs.

We settle on the sofa chatting. Trying to make the most of a few hours together, we forget our promise to be in bed by midnight.

1:30am: We realise the time and get ready for bed, locking doors and switching off lights. We wait to go up together in the hope you won’t wake. We’ve perfected the art of the silent stairgate open but still you stir as we reach the top of the stairs. I pause by the gate, finger to my lips in warning and we seem to be OK. You are quiet and we climb into bed, careful of every movement.

1:45am: The call again. “Mummy! Muuummmy, where are you?” I rouse myself and throw on a dressing gown, settling next to your bed. You tell me how you want to sleep in your own bed tonight and I dare to hope this will be easy. But even as you lie on your pillow I can see your brain whirring, your eyes shiny with unanswered questions. The chatter starts. “Shhh, baby. Ask me in the morning….” As I stroke your hair you fall silent but your eyes don’t close. I can see you trying to go to sleep, and I can see you’re not sleepy. Can toddlers have insomnia? Is this normal?

2:45am: You’re nearly asleep but you’ve kicked your covers off and you must be cold. I grab for the blanket next to me, not realising you’ve wrapped it around your toys to make a “present”. They crash to the ground and your eyes open.

3:00am Your eyes finally close again and I try to move my feet, which are heavy with pins and needles. I stretch them out, too scared to move them in their clumsy state and wake you. If we can just get one night where you stay in your bed it will be worth it, I tell myself. As I crawl towards the door your voice cries out, “Mummy! Where are you gone?” I lie. I tell you I’m getting blankets and continue towards the door. But I’m a coward. I can’t go any further over the creaky floorboards for fear we’ll have to start again. So I hover by the door and wait in the no mans land between our room and yours.

3:30am You are finally asleep and I fall into bed exhausted, praying he doesn’t roll over and wake you. My mind is buzzing and I struggle to relax.

3:40am You are awake. It was all for nothing. I am too tired to do this again. I tell you to come into Mummy and Daddy’s room. I cuddle you up to me and you fall asleep snuggled up on my chest.

6:30am It’s morning. Your baby voice is frustrated. “Oh no!”, you sigh. “I wanted to sleep in my own bed!” I can’t be cross with you. “Never mind, love. You’re trying very hard. You’ll manage it soon”, I slur sleepily.

7:00am I still can’t open my eyes. He takes you downstairs and gets you breakfast while I drag myself into the day. I can hear your happy chatter and despite everything, I smile.

I’m not asking for advice, just sympathy – if you don’t have the right words, feel free to send cake 😉 What amazes me, as I write this in my sleep deprived state is that some of you with newborns are probably getting less sleep than me. You have my greatest respect x

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sleeping childWe’ve been struggling with sleep in our household for a while now. Small one moved to her own room nearly a year ago when we moved house and is still not managing a full night in her own bed.

I think we let things slide a little when she first got her “big girl bed”. It was so much easier when she woke up in the night to call out and tell her to come into Mummy and Daddy’s room than to get out from under our nice warm covers and settle her back to sleep in her own room.

Most of the time it’s no big deal. She goes to bed beautifully and if she wakes during the evening she settles quickly, even when she has what we think are sleepwalking episodes and wakes on the landing. But still every night she ends up snuggled between us at some point between 3 and 5am.

Lately we’ve been desperately trying to get it to 6am which, without sleep deprivation, might feel like a sensible time to face the day. We’ve talked about it with her, about how big girls sleep in their own beds most of the time, and while it seems to be getting through in the daytime, at night nothing changes.

So when a little quivery voice said, “Mummy, please don’t go to sleep…” as I read the bedtime story, my heart sank in expectation of a long and tiring night. But I was wrong:

Mummy, please don’t go to sleep. I need you to stay awake and sleep in your own bed tonight.

Well I suppose she’s right. I have slept in her room a lot recently. Perhaps I need to get used to sleeping in my own bed like a big mummy?

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Losing it


It’s been a heavy few days chez MilkChic.

Small one has been night-waking for a while, often with bad dreams. For the most part, it’s not a problem now – when we are consistent with her routine, she goes to bed at a reasonable time. When we aren’t, she runs riot of course, but that’s our own stupid fault…If she wakes and can’t get back to sleep in the brief window while I’m still capable of standing upright then she comes in with us. Which is fine.

The night before last, she woke up at 2am and couldn’t go back to sleep. And she wouldn’t come in with us because she wanted to sleep in her own bed.

As a result, I spent most of the night awake and singing zombiemum lullabies (hushabye small one, please go to sleep, mummy is tired and soon she shall weep…). At some point, I am ashamed to say I lost it and shouted.

She was trying to go to sleep, she just wasn’t managing it. And she couldn’t understand why mummy wanted her to sleep in mummy and daddy’s bed when she was trying to be a big girl and sleep in her own bed.

I apologised and she finally went to sleep for a couple of hours.The trouble with toddlers is that forgiven is rarely forgotten. The next morning she happily told Mr MilkChic, “Mummy was a tired grumpy last night. She said RAR! And she said 1,2,3…..”

I wonder what stories get to nursery…?