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Sometime in January, Hubby and I were out to dinner with my sister Hayley and her husband Todd when Todd told us of his pregnant coworker who had decided to use cloth diapers on her baby because of the thousands of dollars she would save over the two and a half to three years parents typically have to buy disposable diapers. THOUSANDS of dollars. That got my mind going. So for the next few days I tore through the internet and read blogs and websites all devoted to cloth-diapering and the benefits thereof. I have to say, it’s not that scary.
As Hubby came home from work I met him at the door and casually mentioned that I was researching cloth diapers for Baby Tres (let's now call her Baby Chickadee), to which he casually replied as he walked past me: “That’s fine but we’re not using them.”
I laughed him off and kept up my research. I talked about it on my blog and found two girls who use cloth diapers. After a few emails back and forth to each of them I felt calm and decided that the new cloth diapers are nothing like the prefolds my parents had to use on me, the ones that my generation only use as burp cloths, and maybe I’d give it a try.
A few months later I told Hubby that I’d kind of slowly accepted that I would cloth diaper our third child and the thought didn’t scare me at all. He nodded his head and acknowledged me with a quiet “Hmm!”
But he didn’t believe I was going to do it. I thought he knew I was serious, but the truth hadn’t sunk in yet. Even after my friends planned an ENTIRE SHOWER for me around cloth diapers, the truth hadn’t sunk in. Not until my friend Jessica let me sneak a peek at the cloth diaper she’d bought for me and I excitedly told Hubby that night did it sink in that Yes, I am cloth-diapering our child. He immediately slapped his forehead.
Last week in the car I was laughing with him about it because it’s like he had to go through the Five Stages of Grief to come to terms with the cloth diapers: Denial (“That’s fine, but we’re not using them”); Bargaining (“You know that since you stay home you’re the one who will be washing most of the poopy diapers, right?”); Depression (slap-to-the-head); and finally Acceptance. “But Anger?” I asked, “Have you been through the anger stage yet?”
He turned his eyes from the road and looked at me. “I have a feeling that will be after the baby comes.”
We’ll probably have some disposables on stand-by.
Sometime in January, Hubby and I were out to dinner with my sister Hayley and her husband Todd when Todd told us of his pregnant coworker who had decided to use cloth diapers on her baby because of the thousands of dollars she would save over the two and a half to three years parents typically have to buy disposable diapers. THOUSANDS of dollars. That got my mind going. So for the next few days I tore through the internet and read blogs and websites all devoted to cloth-diapering and the benefits thereof. I have to say, it’s not that scary.
As Hubby came home from work I met him at the door and casually mentioned that I was researching cloth diapers for Baby Tres (let's now call her Baby Chickadee), to which he casually replied as he walked past me: “That’s fine but we’re not using them.”
I laughed him off and kept up my research. I talked about it on my blog and found two girls who use cloth diapers. After a few emails back and forth to each of them I felt calm and decided that the new cloth diapers are nothing like the prefolds my parents had to use on me, the ones that my generation only use as burp cloths, and maybe I’d give it a try.
A few months later I told Hubby that I’d kind of slowly accepted that I would cloth diaper our third child and the thought didn’t scare me at all. He nodded his head and acknowledged me with a quiet “Hmm!”
But he didn’t believe I was going to do it. I thought he knew I was serious, but the truth hadn’t sunk in yet. Even after my friends planned an ENTIRE SHOWER for me around cloth diapers, the truth hadn’t sunk in. Not until my friend Jessica let me sneak a peek at the cloth diaper she’d bought for me and I excitedly told Hubby that night did it sink in that Yes, I am cloth-diapering our child. He immediately slapped his forehead.
Last week in the car I was laughing with him about it because it’s like he had to go through the Five Stages of Grief to come to terms with the cloth diapers: Denial (“That’s fine, but we’re not using them”); Bargaining (“You know that since you stay home you’re the one who will be washing most of the poopy diapers, right?”); Depression (slap-to-the-head); and finally Acceptance. “But Anger?” I asked, “Have you been through the anger stage yet?”
He turned his eyes from the road and looked at me. “I have a feeling that will be after the baby comes.”
We’ll probably have some disposables on stand-by.
