I had the most vivid dream the other night that I interviewed Tina Fey for my blog. Although I love 30 Rock I am not often in the habit of dreaming about Tina Fey. I was reading Bossypants at the time and of course am still sleep deprived and can only imagine that those two factors combined and made me dream about asking Tina Fey questions about motherhood. Anyway I woke up feeling that I had to email her to see if my dream could come true. So I have sent her a letter…fingers crossed I get a reply…an autographed photo would be good but answers to my questions would be even better! If anyone out there knows Tina Fey tell her to read her mail!
This time it wasn’t Baby C! It was Baby A! As it has been so hot here in Brisbane Baby A went to bed just in her nappy. And at some point in the night Baby A figured out how to take off her nappy. Cue the sun coming up on a naked, poop covered baby cooing in a poop covered crib. Good morning Baby A! Anyway, I tell this story because it hadn’t even crossed my mind that babies could remove their diapers and so I figure others would also not consider this possibility. Don’t want this to happen to you? Enter the muslin sleeping bag.
These sleeping bags put a thin but very crucial barrier between the baby and their diaper. Baby C has been sleeping comfortably in a short sleeved onesie and his muslin sleeping bag…if it is absolutely stinking hot like it is tonight he sleeps just in his diaper and his muslin sleeping bag. And so far I have not had to say good morning to a poop covered baby!
Daddy R and I were watching The Office the other day…the one where Pam is pregnant and crying while watching dog commercials…and I said something along the lines of at least I wasn’t like that when I was pregnant and Daddy R said yes you were just like that. He said while I wasn’t super emotional and crying at work I was at times unreasonable. I, of course, have no recollection of ever being unreasonable!
That got us talking about our different perspectives about the pregnancy and especially about the birth. I have very tender, and I suppose sentimental, memories of giving birth to Baby C. Perhaps this is because I did hypnobirthing and went into labor expecting to have a good experience…and came out of labor wanting to remember a good experience…but I honestly don’t recall it as being that bad. I remember the contractions as being manageable and I have vague memories of being tired during the pushing part. Daddy R’s recollection of the birth is completely different. He remembers the contractions much the same way that I do but his memories of the pushing part are much more gruesome than mine. I suppose I should lend some credence to Daddy R’s version of events as he actually saw everything and was actually very physically present during the labor. I on the other hand didn’t see anything and went through the labor feeling as if I was sort of outside myself. I imagine that feeling of being sort of physically detached during the labor combined with the immediate elation of finally having my baby and then the insane hormone changes and the exhaustion all combined to give me birthing amnesia.
We didn’t discuss it but I bet that we have different views on how the first few months went too…I bet Daddy R’s version involves Baby C sleeping through the night from two weeks on!
For the record I was never unreasonable and Baby C didn’t start consistently sleeping through the night until around four months!
I was just talking to my sister…she doesn’t have any children yet…and she said that she was bored by the breastfeeding talk and wanted a post about something exciting…like poo! So Auntie D, this one is for you!
While Baby C’s poos amaze me on a daily basis…how can something that little produce so much poo…there have been two times that I have been truly shocked and awed.
The first time was when Baby C was just a few weeks old. I had him up on the changing table and was in the middle of changing his nappy when he started to pee…this unfortunately has become routine but this was one of the first times he had attempted this trick. So I let out a little scream and grabbed the washer that I kept on the change table exclusively for the purpose of catching errant urine. I was trying to contain the pee when he started to poo. So I had a dirty diaper on the change table, one hand on the washer, one hand trying to get the new diaper under him, pee everywhere and this is the moment he chooses to poo…you will find there are many times when you wish you had more hands. Anyway, add a nice dose of baby poo to that equation and you get a huge mess. Of course at this point I was really yelping so my mother rushed into the room…and just started laughing. I think it was Baby C’s way of saying welcome to motherhood.
The second time was on our way back to Brisbane from a visit to the USA. We were about an hour and half away from landing in Brisbane and so I thought to myself that I would go and take care of Baby C’s nappy one last time before we landed. At this point we had logged about forty hours of airplane time so we were seasoned travelers. Anyway, I changed Baby C’s diaper and was letting him hang out in my seat when he did his poo smile…a very cute little half grin that usually indicates he has dirtied his diaper. I picked him up and gave him a sniff and sure enough it was a poo. So I gathered up another nappy and my wipes and went to wait in line for the bathroom. As it was a long haul flight and it was almost landing time people were using the bathrooms to brush their teeth, to change, to do who knows what, so the line was long. And as Baby C and I were waiting in the line I could see the poo start to escape from his diaper and creep up his back. By the time we were actually in the bathroom there was poo everywhere…from knees to shoulders. I should mention that this occurred during a time when Baby C was pooing only once every three days and so when he went, he went big. It was rough. I used every wipe I had. His outfit wasn’t salvageable…those sniffer dogs at the airport would have been traumatized. I managed to get his new nappy on…although at this point it had some poo on it too. I did the best that I could do. Then I had to get my now nearly naked baby back to the seat so I could grab more wipes, another diaper and a fresh set of clothes and start again. Welcome to the nappy changing mile high club!
Just a quick word on cloth nappies…I really wanted to love them…but I don’t.
At the start of this whole baby thing I decided that I would use cloth nappies…I thought both economically and environmentally it was the responsible thing to do. So I went to my local cloth nappy store…yes there is such a thing…and got the low down on cloth diapers. I had seen the all in one nappies and thought they seemed manageable in terms of washing and ease of use…I definitely wanted a cloth diaper my husband wouldn’t be afraid of. But then I encountered the first obstacle in my cloth nappy plan…I hadn’t realized that the all in one nappies aren’t the best for newborns because they don’t really start to fit properly until the baby is about three months old. I was not interested in the newborn nappies as they look exactly like the diapers I wore when I was a baby and required folding and fasteners and soaking and washing and I was also not interested in buying two sets of cloth nappies. So my revised plan was to use disposable diapers for the newborn stage and then switch to cloth when Baby C was big enough to fit into the all in one diapers.
So lately we have been experimenting with cloth nappies. And I must say if nothing else they are really cute. Especially now that it is warming up here in Brisbane and pants are no longer required…for babies anyway…I love seeing Baby C cruising around…well rolling and wiggling on the floor anyway…with a colorful tushie. But looks aren’t everything. And even though the washing isn’t so bad…I do a rinse cycle of just nappies and then throw in the rest of the laundry and do a full cycle…I am still not sold. The main drawback in my mind is that there is no give in the absorption time. I try to change Baby C’s disposable diapers every two and a half to three hours but I know if I can’t change it the diaper can handle a few more hours. Cloth nappies can’t. If I don’t change the cloth diaper by the two hour mark it leaks. And most often it seems that the diaper’s time runs out when Baby C is taking a nap. So a week or so into my cloth diaper trial I am sick of changing his outfit and changing his bedding every time I have to change his nappy…I am sick of doing all that laundry! The other drawback is how cheap Aldi disposable diapers are!
I am not sure what this means for our cloth nappy usage. I would like to think that we will persevere and in a week or two will be able to report cloth diaper success but we will see.
If anyone has any cloth nappy tips please feel free to leave them in the comments!