Erin is one of my good internet friends. We met through blogging probably 5+ years ago and have kept up with each other ever since! A few months ago when she asked me what I thought about my cloth diapers. She's pregnant with her second child and was considering giving it a whirl. I asked her to share her story with all of y'all, so here you go:
Not too long ago if someone would have asked if I was interested in cloth diapering, I would have laughed and denied any interest, probably with a grossed out expression. Cloth diapers meant having to dump a bunch of money on disgusting contraptions that will inevitably result in touching poop. And really, who wants to touch poop? That only ever happens on accident and it’s the worst.
In the movie “The Wedding Singer,” Adam Sandler’s character said, in reference to his experience with money, “I’m a big fan of money. I like it. I have a little. I keep it in a jar on my refrigerator. I’d like to put more in that jar. That’s where you come in.”
I can relate to this. I’m a fan of having money. I have a little, and I’d like to do what I can to fill my jar (I don’t actually have a jar of money, don’t bother trying to rob me). That’s where cloth diapers come in.
I’m pregnant now and I have a 19 month old who was, unfortunately, not born a potty-trained prodigy. As it turns out, this whole diaper thing was for real and I had to buy them. I tried to calculate out how much we’ve spent on diapers over the past 19 months but quite honestly, I don’t have the patience or brain power to put together all those numbers in a meaningful way. So, essentially I’m not going to give an estimate of accumulative cost, but I will say that with my girl’s sensitive booty, we’ve had to stick with a more expensive diaper brand. They ended up costing us a quarter each (more or less, depending on size) and unless I’m in a bind, I refuse to buy diapers without a coupon. As an infant she would, without fail, wait until she had a clean diaper, then fill the darn thing up. I could almost hear the quarters dropping. My husband and I eventually counted our visits to the changing table in quarters. Cha-ching!
We recently moved to Alaska. This place is fabulous in almost every way! It’s gorgeous, fresh, and is home to many of my favorite people. Now, before you go packing your bags to come join me in this amazing place, please hear me, it’s also very, very expensive. We’ve been here for about three months and I still feel physical pain when I get groceries- Or to even look at them; kiwi for $.78, an unimpressive container of mutant strawberries for $6, or grapes for up to $4/lb. It hurts my heart, and it really hurts the aforementioned hypothetical jar of money. I want to help provide my family with good things, but the fruit my mouth waters for sometimes is put on the wayside because I’m reserving my quarters for those dreaded diapers!
And you know what? I’m tired of being a sucker!
Peeking at the other side of sucker-ville, I’m slowly testing the waters outside of my comfortable box. I have a tendency to be somewhat impulsive. Mix my impulsivity with a little peer pressure, the desire and calling to be wise financially and top it off with a high five for green living and I’ve got myself a little cloth diaper stash! I’m part of a childrens buy/sell/trade facebook group in my area and I saw a post for gdiapers that someone was selling. I’d heard good things about gdiapers, and I hate to miss a sweet deal, so I snagged it! I figured that while I’m just getting my toes wet, and I’m not diving in head first, used diapers might be worth the investment. If I hated it, at least I wouldn’t be sunk and financially obligated to stick with it. Plus, I’d get to put the sanitary cycle on the washing machine to use.
I can’t fully explain why I figured it’d be ok to get used diapers, when I would never consider wearing someone elses’ undies, but ultimately, I feel confident that I bought from someone who wouldn’t be spreading diseases.
1. Her house, despite having three (soon to be four kids), was immaculate.
2. She rearranged the furniture in her living room within a week between my stops there; A kindred spirit.
3. The poor gal was 9 months pregnant and “needed” to clear things out. De-cluttering brings me joy, and my helping her de-clutter brought us both joy!
Not long later, the “diaper lady” posted that she had some one-size pocket diapers available. I had already determined that I wanted to try out a variety before sticking to one kind, so I told her I was interested. She just had her baby and underestimated the number of small diapers she needed so she offered to trade me some of the smalls for some one size pockets. Easy. I brought her some smalls and she seriously hooked me up. She reassured me several times that I was doing her the favor, but I still feel a little bit guilty, like I ripped her off.
So here’s what’s up, from stepping a little bit out of my box, I got a sweet stash of cloth diapers/inserts started for $75, helped a fellow mommy do her best for her kids, I get to save some quarters and a teeny part of the world. Not only that, but my incoming boy will get to have a cute booty, my “jar” will refill and we will eat fruit till we burst.
So far I just look at them. I’m still a little intimidated by them, but I’m getting closer. One toe at a time, I’m testing the water. One day soon I’ll take the plunge and risk possibly touching something with poop on it.
You read that right, she bought her entire stash for $75!