“So…it’s not just a disgusting, pee soaked, towel full of poop?”
One day, my grandmother mentioned cloth diapers & apparently my pregnancy hormones took the sugar coating right off of my response. For a long time, the thought of cloth diapers repulsed me. I explained to her that I figured the life of a cloth diapering mom looked a little something like this: take a washcloth, wrap it around your baby, secure with HUGE “safety” pins, then you’ll either need to tie a grocery bag around the kid, or plastic wrap the furniture because there will be pee and poop on everything. (Not only gross…but not very “green”). She laughed and explained what cloth diapers were, even 50 years ago, and convinced me to at least look into them.
Although all of the current cloth diapering options available did spark some interest, I was overwhelmed by all the choices and put off making a decision. Thankfully, by the time the baby was born, family & friends had already supplied us with a stash of Huggies and Pampers, so once again, the cloth diapers got put on the back burner.
As mothers, my aunt and cousin knew that they could either make a decision and get the ball rolling for me, (which was exactly what I needed) or listen to me as I’m kicking myself in a few months because “I wish I were using cloth diapers.” One day, a package came in the mail…POCKET DIAPERS & BAMBOO INSERTS!