Where did this strong fervor come from? Probably my mother's stories of cloth diapering my brother back in Hungary in the early 80s. The basic story goes something like this. Cloth diapers were not pockets or all-in-ones. They were squares of cloth that were folded into a triangle shape (with each use), one corner pulled up between the baby's legs and the other two at the hips. A rubber outer cover was then pulled over the previous layer and tied at each hip. This obviously would not be an easy process with a squirming baby.
But worse was the washing. There was an order to the whole ordeal. And lots of buckets. First was the soaking bucket. After the soiled diaper had all of the solids knocked off of it into the toilet (or dunked if needed), a bucket filled with bleach and water was used for soaking. Each day, the diapers from the previous day were removed from the soaking bucket and placed into the washer. The washer had no centrifuge so after the wash, the dripping diapers were moved to the bathroom for further rinsing. A wooden plank was set up across the tub on which a series of buckets of water were arranged. The diapers had to be dunked and kneaded in clean water 4-5 times to be considered rinsed from the bleaching process and safe for baby's bottom. Then these diapers (once again dripping) were placed into a centrifuge to remove excess water. The centrifuge could only hold about 2-3 diapers so this step took some time (and perseverance). After each had been centrifuged, the diapers were taken outside and pinned to a line to dry. Once dry, the inserts had to be ironed. The rule was to iron both sides until baby was 2 months old and then only one side for the remaining months that diapering was needed.
Then came the worst part. Her mother-in-law (my beloved Nagyi, Katalin who was a wonderful woman but VERY particular) would come over and criticize my mom for the poop stains on the cloth. This was unacceptable, she said. She told her she would teach her how to do it right and started washing the already clean diapers all over again, this time by changing the soak bucket to one filled with boiling water and bleach (if you recall, we began with just cold bleach water).
My mother says cloth diapers make her feel sick to this day. (And who can blame her? Entire days of her life were spent folding and tieing and soaking and rinsing and rinsing and rinsing and carrying and dripping and centrifuging and hanging and pinning and ironing...)
With such stories racing through my head and disposables heralded as a sort of women's lib item, one can hardly blame me for never even considering cloth diapers before my son was born. I even remember a discussion I had with a daycare worker a few years before he was born. It was during a rotation in which we spent some time observing in the hospital's daycare. I remember discussing fervently how "crazy" one mom was for sending her baby to daycare in cloth diapers. Why scrape and dunk and wash and stain when you can remove and toss? Who wants to touch poop over and over if they don't have to?! They must be insane!
But then, very slowly, after I became a mom, I started to open up to the idea.
I saw friends using cloth diapers (friends who weren't insane, if you were wondering). And the diapers they used were so cute! I realized how quickly we burned through those $40 boxes of disposables from Sam's Club. (The trash was also smelly and enormous in quantity.) I also realized that I dealt with my son's poop outside of his diaper more than I had imagined prior to becoming a mother. I rinsed the wonderful yellow breast milk goop off of more onesies than I could possibly begin to count. The thought of dealing with it inside of a cloth diaper became less horrific over time.
I started researching and I came across a wonderful blog post. One Lazy Mom's Guide to Cloth Diapering. It spoke to me. I highly recommend it to anyone on the fence about cloth diapering. This post made me feel ready. It made me feel like I could do it. It also made me feel like it was ok to try, even if I ended up deciding it wasn't for me. I suddenly wanted very badly to try. After all, if a lazy mom can do it and love it, maybe I could too...and save us some money in the process.
The last obstacle was my hesitance to eat the cost of a stash in case I really did hate cloth diapering. $20-30 a piece is quite an investment for us right now. And I'd need more than one or two for sure. Minimum four I figured so...$80-90. Too much (I would never hear the end of it from the hubby and I would feel quite guilty as well). Then my friend introduced me to Alva Baby Cloth Diapers. Not American economy friendly but wallet friendly. Cheap Chinese diapers for $5 a piece. I had my in! I could afford to try them!
So I bought two. (And, yes, I agonized over choosing the designs. There were so many adorable ones!)
I had some difficulties with leaking as my son and his bladder grew (more on this in another post) so I broke down and bought a BumGenius 4.0. I chose them because they are conveniently available at Buy Buy Baby (for which I get tons of coupons) and I had read great reviews. $14 I could live with now. I knew I'd use it enough times to more than make up for the cost. The question was, whether they were worth being almost triple the cost of Alvas?
We cloth diaper day and night, any time we are home. (And the hours of a fourth year medical student are much more lenient than they were in third year.) One of the many reasons I can't wait for my year-long stent as a stay-at-home mommy is so I can cloth diaper full time.
Each disposable we use now feels like a waste. We continue to use them though because I just don't have the heart to force the daycare to use cloth on my son. Because I really do get where they are coming from. I've been there...."Cloth diapers? Insane!"