Remember when I posted back in January about my diaper dilemma? Have you been sitting on the edge of your seat wondering what I did? (Oh, you haven’t? You mean to tell me that you are not entirely wrapped up in my life? Humph.)
For those curious minds, this is the post for you.
After my father-in-law sent us a starter package of cloth diapers, I decided I would devote one day to each child for testing. The first day I used them only on Andrew. Only one of the diapers leaked out. I was delighted.
I stored all his diapers in the convenient washable dirty diaper storage bag and declared the day a success.
After I washed the diapers, I tried them on Emily. To avoid sauntering into the too much information category, let me sum it up in one word: disgusting. I will not use cloth diapers for my toddlers. Ever. I ended up throwing the one cloth diaper I used on her that day away. Kind of counteracts the whole waste aspect, doesn’t it? For Emily, or any child of mine that is eating anything more than breast milk, I would much rather go through the potty training messes than use cloth diapers.
Since I am perpetually behind on laundry, I thought this would be a tricky issue. Luckily, my dryer takes two cycles before things are completely dry so in between washing sessions I put in one load of cloth diapers. The cloth diapers came out clean and smelled quite fresh! I hung them up to dry and continued with my on going laundry fight.
While doing my part in helping the enviornment is nice, I would be a liar if I didn’t fess up to the luring aspect of saving money in this whole venture. After I decided to change over to cloth diapers for Andrew, I looked at the prices. I almost fainted. I knew it would be an investment, but the investment was a bit too much for our small budget. It would require that I save money for 3 or more months or else that I completely stop buying diapers. Since both options weren’t feasible, I decided to stick with disposables.
Since I am a germophobe and hand washing fanatic, I was slightly afraid of how the whole cloth diaper mess. I found, though, that changing a cloth diaper was as equally as disgusting as changing a disposable. (How’s that for a description?!) Since I wash my hands like a million times before and after changing a diaper and doing laundry, I found that aspect to not be an issue.
Using cloth diapers wasn’t nearly as dreadful as I once thought. The clean up was easy (with Andrew) and the laundry manageable. The initial cost, however, does require certain adjustments. I think that if I prepare before our next baby is born, we would end up saving money in the long run.