Cloth Diaper Mama-Drama

Everyone has a roller-coaster relationship.  One minute your in love, the next total disdain.  Finding excuses for irrational behaviour is easy for humans.  My love affair with cloth diapers is no less dramatic than a bad daytime soap, and similarly mine has an obsessive beginning.

Pregnant with Micah, my first child, my mind entered a permanent state which I can only describe as "excessively tox-spicios."  Once during the roundest month of my pregnancy, my unassuming aunt assertively rubbed grocery store brand lotion on my exposed baby-sphere.  Grabbing the nearest kitchen towel, I wiped fervently at the offending petrochemicals while racing to the shower.

When he was born, I expressed my dedication to swaddling his pure and precious little bum in organically grown comfy cotton diapers until the day he was potty trained.  I did well with a stack of prefolds and bummis covers for the first year.  I was diligent then.  There was no chore more satisfying than a clothsline uniformly hung with cotton rectangles flapping in the wind.  When Micah was 14 months old we stayed with friends for a week during a move.  That's the week that commercial brand diapers found their way into my regimen.  Wow, so soft for paper diapers!  So easy to put on... and those cute little Pooh characters couldn't possibly be indicators of some dark disposable secret.  I was (temporarily) hooked.

With my second baby I stocked up on variety.  Little Meric has been pampered in Fuzzi Bunz, Swaddlebees, Little Beetle, Kissaluvs, Eco-baby, Imse Vimse, Bummis, Hemparoos, Aristocrats, and two dozen fresh prefolds.  (Planning to review them all in future posts.)  My motto became: Whatever you do eight times everyday should be fun, even if it's changing a diaper.  My interesting arsenal of nappies has gotten me through well into the sixteenth month, although I must admit a former addict's fascination with 7th Generation disposables and a brief affair with Little G pants.

Some points of eco-intrest to help you with diapering decisions: (Source: The New Parents Guide)

• It is estimated that roughly 5 million tons of untreated waste and a total of 2 billion tons of urine, feces, plastic and paper are added to landfills annually. It takes around 80,000 pounds of plastic and over 200,000 trees a year to manufacture the disposable diapers for American babies alone.
• Although some disposables are said to be biodegradable; in order for these diapers to decompose, they must be exposed to air (oxygen) and sun. Since this is highly unlikely, it can take several hundred years for the decomposition of disposables to take place, with some of the plastic material never decomposing.  (Little G diapersclaim to be compostable, I'll let you know in 90 days!)
• Disposable paper diapers contain sodium polyacrylate (the super absorbent gel), and dioxin, which is a by-product of bleaching paper.  Sodium polyacrylate has been linked in the past to toxic shock syndrome, allergic reactions and is very harmful and potentially lethal to pets. Some dyes and dioxin according to the EPA (Environmental Protection Agency) is known to cause damage to the central nervous system, kidneys, and liver.

Now some practical tips to help minimize your own diaper-drama:

• Variety really is the spice of life.  Different situations require different diapering options.  Prefolds are fine for spending time at home, but pocket diapers travel well and hold more.
• Washing cloth diapers is easy: 1. run through a cold cycle with no soap to rinse well 2. wash with a small amount of soap on hot to sterilize, add extra rinse cycle 3. line dry or tumble (detailed wash tips at Green Mountain Diapers)
• Oh yeah, and whether using cloth full time or part time paper: ALWAYS put solids in the toilet.  Not only will your house smell better, but this helps minimize untreated waste going into landfills.

My husband still smirks at the look of satisfaction I get when all the cloth diapers are clean and folded neatly into their catagorized baskets.  He also appreciates the stash of "natural" paper diapers I keep around for his mornings with the kids.  Micah remembers everything and once wanted to know why I don't buy the character diapers for his brother.  "Chemicals." I told him.  He understood.

Micah is now four years old.  This morning he asked me "What is Helpful, my baby octopus, made out of?"
"Polyester."  I informed.
"Is is organic?"
"Nope."
"Is it natural?" he inquired futher.
"It's man-made."  I said.  At this he promply washed his hands with soap and water.   Honestly, I couldn't make this stuff up.  I guess tox-spicious-ness is passed on easily to children.  So far, I'm okay with that.