Confessions of a Cloth Diaper Drop-Out
April 3rd, 2013
For the most part, I can flash decent “crunchy mommy” credentials. I breastfeed, co-sleep, and have searched the world for the perfect baby carrier. I did baby-led solids with Buggie and revel in spending time in the great outdoors with my kids (they helped me plant sugar snap peas this weekend!)
But here’s my dirty little secret: right now I have two children in diapers.
I’m afraid it’s true. I’m a cloth diaper dropout. When Miss Mouse was born, I embraced the fluffy-bottomed revolution with glee. I stocked up on adorable diapers with fun names like Fuzzy Bunz and Happy Heinys. I cheerfully did extra loads of laundry and actually enjoyed sorting and stacking piles of clean cotton bottom-covers.
When Buggie arrived, I girded my loins and kept going. Double the laundry, but they were so cute when they wore matching diapers! And Miss Mouse potty trained within a few months of Buggie’s birth so it wasn’t hard to keep up.
Then we moved, and I ran into a perfect storm of obstacles. My diapers suddenly started stinking and no amount of rinsing, stripping, and deep-cleansing seemed to help. The bathroom the hamper lived in didn’t get good air circulation and was usually around 85 degrees — a fact that did not help the smell. And Buggie’s daycare flat-out refused to even consider using cloth.
So I put the fluffy diapers away for a while, vowing to start up again when Baby3 arrived.
She’s here, now, and I made it through precisely one day of cloth diapering with her before retreating again. When I washed that first set of diapers and realized that I now had FOUR baskets of assorted clean laundry sitting around that I simply could not find time to put away…that was it.
I still love the idea of cloth diapers (not to mention the financial savings!!) but this season in my life is about survival and that requires convenience. Maybe once we settle in more I’ll go back but I’m giving myself permission to break the Laws of Green Momma Living in this one area.