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.