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Sunday, May 10, 2009


Recently, I bowed to my over-burdened conscience and switched to cloth diapers (I know that yes, this begins to qualify me as Earth Mother, but I haven't gone so far as to purchase cloth diaper wipes.  That is a step too far for me).  

Inherent in the fear of cloth diapers is what exactly does when your child gets around to messy issues.  We can all deal with #1 - it's one of the first lessons of motherhood - but I don't know anyone personally who isn't at least a little squeamish about dealing with other problems.  My husband personally would rather deal with vomit.

So as they always do, the day came this morning when Sophia decided to really test the capacity of her nice, new, pristine, white diaper.  As there was no one else around to fob the job off on, I tackled the problem at hand.  First I shook.  Then I wiped.  Then I wiped some more.  And finally, realizing the wisdom of generations of mothers before me, I took a deep breath and dipped and swished.

I never thought I could do it.  I walked away from the bathroom this morning triumphant and proud, secure in the knowledge that I can do it.  I can tackle poop.


PaulaJean said...

I'm glad its you and not me. That ship has sailed a LONG time ago!!

Sarah Flib said...

Gross. And that is exactly why I don't understand how cloth can be worth it. I'm interested to hear more, though, about how you deal with that aspect of things and whether cloth really is as easy as people make it out to be.

More power to you, by the way, for making the switch!

Nisa said...

Good for you! I'll keep my disposables though, thank you very much. Invention is a beautiful thing. (Even then poop is something to run from! lol!)

Lindsay Edward said...

I'm very impressed. I can tackle any amount of poop, but I enjoy the thought of folding it up and throwing it away. I don't think I could handle the swishing.