St. Patrick’s Day is just around the corner and whether you have Irish heritage or not, it can be a fun day to be festive with green and rainbows. Children love to do festive crafts and pick out festive outfits. Babies and toddlers don’t have to be excluded and can be decked out down to their diapers. Here are some of my favorite cloth diapers for St. Patrick’s Day.
Bumgenius always offered fun colors and prints available in all their diaper lines. Whether you’re a fan of the 4.0, Freetime, Elemental, or Newborn you can catch one of the St. Patty’s Day appropriate diapers. Grasshopper is a muted, spring green while Hummingbird is a deep, rich green. You could also grab one of the limited edition black and white prints like Osa and color it in with fabric markers for a festive rainbow diaper. Flip fans can get the same colors in a fun, versatile cover. Or you could opt for just a colorful trim with Econobum.
Thirsties is a personal favorite of mine. I just love their diapers, they fit my children so well and hold up fantastically. Celery and Meadow are available in a One-Size Pocket, Covers, All In One, and Duo Wrap Cover. If you have a newborn you can grab Celery and fitted lovers can pick up Meadow.
Rumparooz One Size fans can choose from Lazy Lime or Spring. Or they could sport Invader, Jeweled, Preppy, or Quinn for a rainbow look. These colors are also available in Lil Joeys, Covers, NB Covers. You can even grab Lazy Lime and Spring in doll diapers!
AppleCheek’s Appletini brings a little fun to the St. Patty’s Day party.
Babykicks gives a punch of true Green.
Best Bottoms covers give us several options: Dragonfly Ripple, Key Lime Pie, Green Giraffe, Camo, GI Jane, Open Season, and the beautiful rainbow that is Tie Dye or Dragon Scales. Even your potty trainer can have a festive bum with Pistachio and Playful Panda.
Bottombumpers brings us the appropriately named Shamrock as well as Kiwi.
Itti Bitti’s Wasabi and Seaweed offer fun punches of green while Shazam and Chilin’ bring us a rainbow of fun.
Kissaluv’s Grassy Green is the perfect St. Patrick’s Day Cover. Lime Green is available in a soft fitted. They can cover your Newborn with Spring Green. If you’re looking for a print, consider Happy Bugs, Monkeys, Summer Dots, or Zoo Blue.
Smart Bottoms offers a fun mix with Bloom, Ella, Emerson, and Tiedye.
Tidy Tots gives us several more options with Lime Green, Spring Green, Sea Mist, and Dinosaur.
Which diaper(s) will you be choosing for St. Patty’s Day?
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One of the perks of using cloth diapers is that you can match the diapers to your baby’s outfit or even pick diapers to match holidays and events. Cloth diapers have come a long way from plain white squares of fabric and rubber pants. Nowadays, you can find cloth diapers in almost any color and print. Here are some of my favorites for Valentine’s Day.
Thirsties Limited Edition Sweetheart Collection – A diaper with a fresh white background and a splash of pink hearts make this the perfect Valentine’s Day diaper. Available as a cover, pocket, or AIO diaper you also gets lots of options to meet your cloth diapering needs. Orchid and rose are also great.
BumGenius Dazzle and Countess. A deep purple and a bright, hot pink make these adorable peeking out from under a cute Valentine’s dress.
Rumparooz Spice is a gorgeous muted red. Sherbert’s purply pink is rich while Amethyst is softer. Tulip is the perfect baby pink while Crimson is red hot. Lux would also make a fun valentine’s print with it’s blends of pink and red. Rumparooz offers so many Valentine’s friendly colors you could set up an assortment for the whole day!
Grovia’s Persimmon and Poppy add a little more color variation to the lineup.
BabyKicks Red would be perfect for your little gentleman.
Best Bottom’s Strawberry Shortcake gives us a little pop of yellow with our pink. Very Cherry gives a classic red and white while Wild Berry blends two purples. If you want to mix in a little green, try Plum Pie. For a splash of black and white try Cookies N Cream.
ButtomBumper’s Cherry, Plum and Pixie are adorable. Bubble Gum gives us a little bit of green with all the pink and purple while Licorice gives us a black and white chevron sure to compliment all those reds and pinks. Sweet Cherry mixes it up a bit with fresh cherries and flowers on a pink backdrop.
Funky Fluff offers Love Bug and Pink.
Tidy Tot’s rounds out our Valentine’s Day diapers with Violet, Cheeky Cheetah, Pink Circles, and the adorable Tweet Heart.
Of course, the best part about all of these cloth diapers is that they can be worn every single day to add a bit of love to your baby’s tushy.
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For me, the scariest part of transitioning to cloth diapers was learning to successfully use them while we were out. Almost three years later, I can’t believe I ever felt like cloth diapering was difficult, even for the diaper bag. As a cloth diaper veteran, it all seems like second nature now. I often get emails, messages, and comments from parents who are new to cloth and feeling a bit overwhelmed when it’s time to take their cloth diapers on an extended outing or even a quick trip to the store. Let’s be honest, EVERYTHING is new when you’re a first time mom or dad. You over pack the diaper bag, or you forget key components altogether. It happens. Here are a few tips to make taking your cloth wipes with you while you’re out easy and stress free.
- Designate a certain amount of wipes for diaper bag use. Luckily, cloth wipes are pretty cheap whether you make or buy them. Make sure you buy enough wipes that you can leave a stash in the diaper bag . Obviously you’ll need to restock when the diaper bag stash is all dirty, but you won’t have to worry about leaving yourself with no clean wipes at home if you’ve purchased or made enough to have extras.
- Get a small wet bag to keep clean wipes in. It’s always easier to grab your wipe pouch when you need it than rifle through a diaper bag for clean wipes. A pouch keeps them together and easily accessible. It also allows wipes to be moistened before a trip.
- If you’re out and about daily, wet your wipes before you leave home. If you’re going to be out a few days in a row, go ahead and wet your diaper bag wipes before you leave the house. This way they’re completely ready to grab and go when baby needs a change.
- If you’re not out daily, store diaper bag wipes dry and take a travel size spray bottle. If cloth wipes are wet and left to sit more than a few days, they get stinky. If you and baby aren’t making daily trips out, it’s easier to store your diaper bag wipes dry and fill a travel sized spray bottle with wipe solution so you squirt the solution as needed. These spray bottles are easily obtainable at most dollar and big box stores.
- Keep a small stash of cloth wipes in your car. Cloth wipes can be made very cheaply which means you can afford to have extras. There will inevitably be a time when you forget to restock the diaper bag wipe box. If you’ve left a small stack of wipes in your car and you can get to some water, you can get your baby’s bottom (or sticky ice cream fingers!) cleaned up quickly and easily.
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My social media feeds are always filled with moms or things about parenting. Mom friends, mom blogs, parenting sites, parenting products…I’m bombarded with motherhood all day every day, even when I’m taking a ‘break’ from my own children. Most days, this is what I enjoy. I was born wanting to be a mother. I nurtured baby dolls from a young age and was overjoyed to finally get a baby cousin when I was older. I even pursued a degree in Early Childhood Education. I would say for many years, I was a bit obsessed with children.
Then I had my own. And yes, they are snuggly, often sweet, and always irreplaceable. I still love hearing about other people’s children and I still find pregnancy and infancy fascinating. Yet, as I sit here in my third pregnancy, I can say that after this baby, I think I am ready to close the chapter on ‘baby obsession’. I feel like I have fulfilled all the wants of motherhood, babydom, and ‘pregnancy euphoria’ that I could handle.
I am by far not the same person who gave birth to my oldest son almost four years ago. While some of me has remained the same, much of what I have experienced and learned has changed me. There is no more wild-eyed curiosity at all things baby. I no longer wish to stroll through baby stores and baby departments for hours. Almost every baby thing I need is packed away downstairs in my basement. Yes, I am excited to see my new little bean on the ultrasound screen. I am excited to feel s/he kick and move. To find out the sex, nail down a name. I’m more scared of delivery now than I ever was. After hemorrhaging on the delivery table twice, I’m left a bit scared of what’s to come. Granted, my doctors and nurses were amazing. The bleeding was stopped, I did not get dizzy until I stood up afterwards to pee, and I required no transfusion. So things went really well for me. But, hemorrhaging is still scary. Especially when you have two little ones already and tend to be the type of person who reads up on every potential bad outcome… It’s scary.
I spent yesterday in a horribly melancholy mood. As I scrolled through my social media feeds, I saw moms doing fun things with their kids. I saw birth announcements, newborn cloth diapers. I saw moms praising their children, some lamenting. Normally when I feel like I’m not being the best mother, those posts about what crafts, perfect outfits, or nutritious meals other mother’s children are having make me feel bad. Yet somehow, yesterday, they didn’t.
My children weren’t doing anything fancy. They played with scented stickers, watched some shows about letters and learning to read. They built forts, played mailmen, and chased our cat. We had peanut butter crackers and graham crackers for lunch. Yes, I let them drink juice and no, nothing was organic. We even had super, not healthy pizza for dinner and boy did we gobble it up! I wasn’t ‘exceeding’ any expectations yesterday, but I didn’t let myself feel the mom guilt I so often do. Why? Four years of parenting has taught me this…
What you don’t see in those photos of moms with manicured nails, perfect hair, and NOT in their pajamas, is that they have dirty piles of laundry too. There’s a room in their house where toys likely cover the floor. They have days they aren’t taking photos where they get stuck in their yoga pants and ill-fitting t-shirts just like me. While we love to take pictures of craft time, learning time, and ‘good’ days, we’re not taking photos of tantrums. We’re not taking photos of us crying in the bathroom because it’s Thursday afternoon and we’re lonely, tired, and need a break. There are rarely photos of poop explosions, crayon walls, and food covered kitchen floors. Yet these things make up parenting just as much, if not more so, than the other things.
My transition from idealistic motherhood to the real life thing was not easy. Find a mom who says it is, and I’ll bet she has a full-time nanny. The more I let my children guide me and let go of the expectations to be ‘perfect’ – the more we thrive. I don’t measure my worth as a mother by what other people, or other mothers, think of me. I don’t care if you bottle feed, breast feed, cloth diaper, baby wear, work, stay home, eat organic, vaccinate, or live off easy meals. What I care about is that you love your children. That you provide for them. That you teach them what it means to have love, respect, and compassion for our world and the people in it. I don’t devalue you if you need help from SNAP or WIC, we’ve all needed help at some point and it does not determine your worth as a parent or a human. I don’t care if you home school, public school, or send your kids to private school. Just teach them, in whatever way you can.
The point is, all these little things that others choose to judge us for – they don’t matter. What matters is that our children grow up loved, educated, and nourished. There won’t always be good days and that’s not necessarily a bad thing. If every day were filled with rainbows and lollipops, we wouldn’t learn. If we received everything we ever wanted, we’d know nothing of value, respect, and hard work.
Motherhood took off my blinders. The world isn’t always nice and pretty and there are certainly people in it who are out to destroy any piece of happiness and contentment you offer yourself. However, you don’t have to let others judgment change you. You don’t have to take it to heart. In turn, you don’t have to be the one who judges.
If you see a mom who looks like she needs a hug, offer her one. Offer the mom with two kids just trying to do her grocery shopping a hand, not judgment. Play peek-a-boo and make her kid laugh, it doesn’t take much effort. Stop rolling your eyes at the whining toddler, the crying baby. It’s stressful enough without a stranger’s judgment. Don’t sigh and make a scene when you get behind a mom or dad using WIC in the checkout line. Think about how you would feel if you had to humble yourself to ask for help to feed your baby. I guarantee you, it isn’t easy and they are doing what they need to do to make sure their child has what they need. Don’t turn your nose up at the kids munching happily on nuggets and fries. You don’t know their daily eating habits or how long of a day their parent(s) may have had.
Stop judging and start respecting your fellow human-beings… Stop judging yourself and embrace the world through the eyes of your child. They’re too young to care about those things that we place our value in. They see your value in its truest terms – how you treat yourself and how you treat others. As parents, that’s a lesson we would do well to learn.
One of the biggest deterrents to trying something new is not understanding it. There’s a misconception that cloth diapering is time-consuming and complicated. It’s not, doesn’t have to be at all. Today we’ll talk a bit about storing dirty cloth diapers until wash day. How often do you HAVE to wash? Generally you should wash every 2-3 days and between washes your dirties will need to stay in a pail or wet bag.
Even if you’ve never cloth diapered, I’m sure you know what a diaper pail is. Disposable diapers often have their own pails and the same can be said for cloth. Diaper pails don’t have to be fancy. I use a flip top trashcan…it’s really that simple. I don’t use a pail liner in my pail. Instead I clean and disinfect it after I dump my diapers into the washer.
Pail liners can make diaper laundry easier, especially if the diaper pail you’re using is difficult for you to lift, or would need to be carried up or down stairs to the laundry room. If you’re going to use a pail liner, I would recommend having at least two. This way you can wash the dirty pail liner with your load of diapers and switch to a clean one while your diapers wash. Of course, if you have more in rotation, your liners will last longer because they won’t be going through as many washes.
Hanging Wet Bags
Another convenient way to store dirty cloth diapers is a hanging wet bag. These can be hung over a door knob, towel rack, or any hook to make storage convenient. If you’re changing diapers in a few different rooms or on different stories of a house, hanging wet bags can be great. They don’t take up much space and transporting them to the washer is super easy.
The Grovia Perfect Pail can turn any hanger into a diaper pail. The top self-closes so you can easily drop in your dirty diaper and forget about it until wash day. The bottom is nice and sturdy and even unzips to make emptying into the wash a breeze.
The nice thing about wet bags is that you just dump the diapers into the washer and throw the wet bag in too. Easy peasy!
Before You Store
Storing dirty cloth diapers really isn’t much different from storing dirty disposable diapers. As a bonus, they aren’t going into a landfill. Dirty cloth diapers are really just laundry. Before you throw your poopy diapers in the pail or wet bag, dump the solids into the toilet. Having a diaper sprayer can help you get as much poop as possible off the diapers before you store them for wash day. You may also want to hand rinse your night diapers before storing for wash day because it helps keep ammonia at bay. Just rinse, squeeze, and throw in the pail/bag. The SprayPal keeps you from touching the poop/pee at all.
What About The Smell?
Diaper pails and wet bags that breath generally don’t generate a lot of icky smell. The smell is typically contained in the pail or bag. If you really want to make sure your pail is as odor free as possible, you can use a bit of baking soda or a pail deodorizer just as you would in a disposable diaper pail. Another bonus of cloth? You’re flushing the poop down the toilet and poop isn’t sitting in your diaper creating extra stink in the first place. A cloth diaper pail will rarely, if ever, smell as rank as a disposable diaper pail. Trust me, I’ve used both and I much prefer cloth.
I hope this has helped debunk any myths you’ve heard about how complicated cloth diapers are. At least when it comes to storage. You can browse through our other cloth diaper articles to see how easy cloth can be. Have a question about cloth? Leave a comment or shoot us an email, we’d be happy to help answer any cloth questions you have!
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Before I became a stay-at-home parent I had my own preconceived notions about what being one meant. I assumed that laundry was always caught up, houses clean, and there was a bit of leisure time once everything for the children was done. Clearly, I had never been alone in a home with an infant or toddler before. While some of my uneducated guesses did ring true, many did not. Here are the ways that my life as a stay-at-home mom is much different from what I imagined.
- Cleaning My Home
Before I had my first son, I could get away with cleaning the house about once a week. We’d fill up the dishwasher a couple times a week and I might have to run the vacuüm twice. I only really had to mop maybe once a month. In short, we weren’t really home enough to mess the house up much so it more or less stayed clean all the time.
When I brought my newborn home, I was amazed at how many bottles he went through in a day and how long it took me to clean them. I was washing bottles in the morning and at night, mountains of bottles. Our breastfeeding plans didn’t work out and I hated all this bottle washing. There were also burp cloths littered all over the living room, his bed room. He wasn’t even able to crawl or sit up, but he was already changing my tidy home into a messy one that I couldn’t keep up with.
When he was a bigger baby, my house did stay remarkably clean until I got pregnant with his brother and was almost too sick to move from the couch for the first several months. Now that I have a toddler and a preschooler, hahaha. Our house is clean, it isn’t always tidy.
Honestly speaking, this one didn’t change much for me when I first became aS AHM because I was no longer washing my work clothes and my ‘normal’ clothes. The babies laundry sort of took the place of my work clothes so the laundry was more or less the same. I did laundry on Fridays or Saturdays and didn’t do it again for a week. When I started cloth diapering my son at fifteen months, I added in a load of diapers 3 or 4 times a week.
Then we brought home our second baby and wow. I don’t know how that changed the laundry dynamic so dramatically, but I now do laundry at least every other day. There is one thing I will say, our laundry room always smells like fresh laundry. It isn’t always wrinkle free and my husband now has to pitch in and put a lot of it away, but at least we’re not suffocating under mountains of dirty clothes the way we did in the first few weeks as parents of two.
- Utility Bills
I had no idea that our energy and water usage would increase so dramatically. Sure, part of that is adding extra humans to your household. The other part is that now you’re home almost all the time. My house used to sit empty for nine or ten hours every day. It is almost never empty now. Toilets get used more, sinks, appliances. Our house is certainly lived in now.
I was never one to eat out a lot while at work. I’d pack my breakfast, lunch, and a few snacks. I worked an hour away from home which meant a two-hour drive daily so I was away from home for about 12-13 hours every single day. I packed a lot of quick things – cheap, processed things. I didn’t enjoy eating those things so staying home has allowed me to get back to real food. Real foods cost more, and we’re feeding more people now. So, obviously, our grocery bills went up.
We also spend more on things like hand soap and toilet paper. The toilet paper was crazy to me at first, I couldn’t figure out why we were going through it 2-3 times faster than before. You don’t realize how much time you spend at work vs. home and how that even affects how much toilet paper your house goes through.
I assumed being a SAHM would mean I’d get a few more hours of downtime every week. Time to relax, unwind. Oh man guys, this one slapped me in the face. Before children, despite working full-time and commuting 10 hours a week, I had a lot of downtime and didn’t realize it. My husband and I would spend Sundays lounging around the house after a night out on Fridays and Saturdays. We had a lot of fun, and a lot of lazy Sundays.
I have not had real downtime since before I went into labor with my son. In fact, labor was my last downtime. Seriously, it was the last time I didn’t have something I HAD to be doing chore or kid wise. Any hobby I do now is multi-tasked with cooking dinner or caring for my children. Date-nights are few and far between. And I sit through them thinking oh no, I forgot to tell them where this is. Oh crap, I left laundry in the washer. Did I remember to fill up the cat’s bowl? I mean seriously, there isn’t downtime as a SAHM. If there is, you’re using it to budget or clean out the kid’s closet.
Obviously, your finances change in a big way when you quit your job, forfeiting half your income. I assumed that it was going to be hard. And at times it has been. However, if I had continued to work, all but about $200 a month would’ve went towards daycare and my 10 hour weekly commute. Much of that would have also went into car maintenance. Our finances were going to change either way and $200 a month wasn’t worth me only seeing my son for a couple of hours a day for me. By the time I had a second child, I would have paid to work.
So yes, we have far less money coming in, but we have become better with our money. We have learned what we can live without and how that often improves our lives instead of hurting it. We are so rich in love and happiness, we don’t need ‘things’. Becoming a SAHM taught me a lot about money. We learned to budget, coupon, thrift/clearance shop, and enjoy the simpler things instead of always wanting a new material possession. I enjoy what we have learned about money, but never dreamed that being a SAHM would benefit us in this way.
I did not plan to be a SAHM when I gave birth. It wasn’t until my son was a few weeks old that I sat down to do the numbers and realized that it might be a better suited option. I had never dreamed I could be a SAHM. When a coworker or friend told me they were going to quit their job and stay home, I’d always think, “Well,that must be nice”. I pictured my children in daycare, and me spending all my free time with them. I saw them learning at daycare and playing at home. I thought SAHMs must spend all day doing ‘lessons’ and have a little preschool set up in their homes. Maybe some SAHMs do this, and I commend them.
My children spend much of their days playing. I do formalized lessons with my preschooler once or twice a day, but much of their learning is through play. We read, do flashcards, learn shapes, but we don’t have ‘school’. I pictured myself as the mother who was always doing crafts and learning activities, perhaps bouncing through play groups, but it isn’t me. I am not the mother I pictured. Sure, we do some of those things. But we don’t do them all the time. Some days I am just trying to float and not drown in all my responsibilities as mother, wife, sister, daughter, friend.
I’m not one of those super moms. I’m a normal mom. I love my kids, I want the best for them, and I do my best to give them a good foundation. I value lessons in love, support, and acceptance far more than lessons in math and science. Reading to my children while I snuggle them is one of my favorite things. There is no chalkboard in my kitchen as I imagined. There is a tidy box of workbooks, flash cards, and boxes full of crafts that we don’t touch every day. I’m not the mother I envisioned, but I don’t hate the mother that I have become.
I assumed that stay-at-home parents prepared nice meals for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I thought, hey, they’re home, they have the time. Oh boy. Why didn’t any of these SAHPs that I knew warn me? They probably enjoyed watching me those first few months as I struggled to get my teeth brushed and find time to get out of pajamas (it didn’t always happen). I did prepare nice meals when I had one infant. Once he got more mobile it got challenging.
Once I was pregnant, had a toddler, and sick as a dog, I’m not sure I cooked a ‘nice’ meal for months. My husband handled dinner while I tried to eat anything that wouldn’t leave me sick. Some nights I cook something nice and some nights we do easy. My kids prefer cereal for breakfast. And their favorite lunch time fare includes things like peanut butter crackers, grilled cheese, and chicken nuggets. I can do fresh-baked breads, stews, and decadent desserts. Alas, I forgot that SAHPs have KIDS, who normally prefer something simpler.
The hardest part of staying home for me is friends. I feel like I never see mine and I lost so many when I stopped working. It stung and hurt like hell to see friendships melting away into nothing. I cried many tears and then I realized there wasn’t much I could do except try to reconnect or just let it go. I thought staying home meant I would have more time to spend with them. I do, but they’re at work. And I can’t cart my kids around to concerts or drag them out on Friday nights. Sure, I can get a sitter now and again. I cannot predict a fever or a sitter cancelling. People without kids don’t always get that. I miss my friends. I miss concerts, late nights just talking. I miss messaging back and forth at work, having friends over for sporting events, just because, or just laughing over dumb things that don’t matter. I would love for these people to come back into our lives and realize we’re not that different from our pre-kid days, in fact we’re way more laid back and fun. We still listen to loud music, enjoy concerts, and yes, I still have a potty mouth and a sense of humor. I miss being more than someone’s mother…
The flip side of this is the amazing mom friends I have made. They are fiercely supportive and caring. While most of our chatting is done online, they are a lifeline I didn’t know I needed. They have seen me through late night fevers, nursing troubles, postpartum blues, depression, and anxiety. I never expected to form these bonds and friendships with these women, many whom I’ve never met in person, but I am grateful that I did.
Naturally, your view of family changes when you have children. I think I had a close family before I had children and started staying home, but my open schedule has allowed me the freedom to grow closer to my family. I have bonds with them I didn’t have before. I can swing by for lunch dates, pop in on their days off, or have a little day trip that I never could’ve done without lots of planning while I worked. I didn’t fully expect or anticipate how much closer we’d grow. My extended family is amazing. My children are so loved and cherished. And I feel as though I could never repay all the kindness and support my extended family has offered to my little family.
- View of Self
I never realized how much my view of myself would change as a SAHM. I thought I would just be blissfully happy to spend my days in my home with my children. There have been times that I felt worthless. I have gone through periods where I felt like my lack of financial contribution and professional status meant I didn’t mean much to anyone. I have been reminded of all that I do contribute and do to keep our family running and happy. It has taken time for me to see this and value myself and what I do.
I have a confidence in myself I did not before. I also know that I have limits and imperfections like everyone. I know that my value is not tied to how much money I make or what job title I have. That’s a lesson I probably didn’t know I needed, but it has changed my view of the world and myself.
- My Marriage
I am amazed at how much my marriage has grown and changed in the last few years. Parts of becoming a SAHM were very hard on my marriage – the stress of changing finances and becoming parents can be tough. There have been dark moments and difficult arguments. There has also been growth and positive change. I am even more amazed at how we’ve matured and grown closer. I love my husband more fiercely now than I did before. There is no doubt in my mind that I can happily spend forever with him. We’re more honest, open, and closer than we were. Parenthood and the changing dynamics of our family fixed something I didn’t know was broken.
Whether parents work or stay-at-home, their lives change. Each time you bring a new child home, get a new job, even change working hours, your family changes and grows. Change can be scary, but it can also be beautiful. I’m supportive of parents who work and stay home. Both offer challenges and rewards that have to be tailored to each family’s needs. I’m blessed to have found the balance that works for my own family and to be thriving in our little corner of happiness.
In the world of cloth diapers, there are a plethora of fabric options. Today we’re going to talk about the fibers that line diapers. Here, we still get several options but they can be broken down into two main categories: stay-dry and natural fibers.
Stay-dry diapers are almost always lined with synthetic materials. These materials can vary but are typically microfleece or suede cloth. These fabrics work by wicking moisture away from baby’s bottom to leave a more stay-dry feeling on the surface. This is great for babies who are sensitive to moisture and more prone to diaper rashes. Diapers lined with a stay-dry material can be especially useful for overnight use when babies are often in a diaper for a prolonged period of time.
If you’ve purchased several diapers that didn’t come with a stay-dry inner and you find that the moisture irritates your little one’s skin, you can buy or make stay-dry liners. The liners are washable and reusable just like the diapers. They’re typically made of micro-fleece and can simply be laid inside any diaper to give a stay-dry feeling.
Some people prefer to use only natural fiber diapers. While some natural fiber diapers are topped with a synthetic stay-dry liner, many are not. Natural fibers are less prone to getting stinky than synthetic fibers. Natural fibers are typically easier to wash and if the diaper is all natural, it is typically more absorbent. Many natural fiber diapers are topped with bamboo velour. While bamboo velour isn’t stay-dry, it doesn’t feel as wet as cotton or regular bamboo and hemp. There are also babies who are sensitive to stay-dry materials and do better in natural fiber diapers. Natural fiber diapers can come in a variety of fabrics just like stay-dry diapers. Some of the most common fibers used are bamboo, hemp, and cotton. These diapers are often fully absorbent so your baby won’t have a stay-dry feeling. For most babies, this isn’t an issue. But some may be sensitive to the moisture or just not like the feeling.
Feeling the moisture in their diaper can help with potty training. Children may not like feeling wet and when they learn that peeing in the potty means their diaper or underwear stays dry, they grow to like that dry feeling. Most potty training pants will be equipped with feel natural wet inners even if the core is synthetic.
For parents who want a natural stay-dry feeling, there are a couple of options. While typically not as easily obtainable, they are out there. Raw silk liners are all natural, but offer the stay-dry feeling you get with synthetic materials like fleece and suede cloth. You can also find all natural wool liners that will offer a stay-dry feeling. Wool is kind of cool in that it can both repel and absorb moisture. So a wool liner can right again babies bottom for a stay-dry feeling, or it can go behind your soaker for extra absorbency. Raw silk and wool liners do require more delicate care than your typical synthetic liners, but if the benefit of a natural fibers against baby’s bottom is important to you, raw silk liners can be well worth it.
No matter which option you choose for your baby, choosing cloth diapers is a smart parenting choice you can feel good about making. Like all your other cloth diapering options, you can choose a combination of them all. Many parents like to use stay-dry materials at night and natural fibers during the day. The great thing about cloth is that it doesn’t have to be an all or nothing choice. You get lots of options and combinations to make it work best for your own needs.
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Ahhh, birthdays. They bring forth so many emotions for parents. For one, we are thrilled that our children are growing and thriving just as they should. We are celebrating all that they (and we as parents) have accomplished in the last year. Sometimes we are just glad to have made it through a challenge and come out on the other side. For those of us still so close to the magical years of babyhood and toddlerhood, we are in awe of how quickly time travels through these all too short years. Part of us longs for a small bubbly baby or a bounding toddler once more. Part of us celebrates no more sleepless nights, bi-hourly feedings, or spit-up stained shirts. Overall, no matter how old they get, a birthday will likely be a reminder of a ‘labor day’ for many mothers. It is a day of great remembrance and joy.
My youngest child just celebrated his second birthday. My oldest will turn four at the end of the year. And me, I’m that mom. I am fighting against a force that I know I cannot win – Father Time. He will move swiftly through my life at times when I just need a few more minutes, weeks, or hours. And he will crawl at times when I want him to just speed up already. Such a ornery man Father Time. I spend a few weeks preparing for their birthdays. We make decorations, plan menus, and then we bake whatever celebration treat they want. It has become a tradition for me to me make them a birthday outfit to fit their chosen birthday theme. Through all this labor to prepare for their birthday parties, I am laboring in my mind on how I will not cry as they blow out yet another candle. I will not stifle their new freedoms and their growing maturity. I will celebrate in happiness and glee right along with them.
This is the first year I have prepared for a birthday and actually managed not to cry. No one warned me that I would strongly fight tears as I prepared the birthday banner or sang happy birthday to my child for the very first time. There was no warning about the lump the size of a golf ball forming in my throat and making my eyes water like a faucet…
I spend the weeks leading up to a birthday perusing through photos or rereading journal entries I made during my pregnancy. I will reread their birth stories at least once and dig around for videos of them in their infancy. During the actual day of the birthday I will often glance at the clock and oddly I can remember what stage of labor I was in at that time X years ago. Like how the nurse brought me a popsicle at 11:08AM back in December of 2010. I don’t know why I remember these things, but I do. They are likely tied my ‘new’ mom status and perhaps will fade with the years. I will remind my children of the exact time they were born and they will give me a blank stare and go back to what they were doing. But I, I will feel all those feelings of holding your baby for the first time all over again. I will steal a hug that lasts too long and a kiss on the forehead just as I gave at birth. After all, a birthday for them is also a celebration of triumph for me. A day we brought forth a child and added more light and energy to our family. A day we beat our infertility and losses. A day we won – in a big way.
Our children’s birthdays offer so much for celebration. Each year we gain more experience as their parents and get to bare witness to their personalities in bloom. We get a chance to look at how far they have come and imagine just how far they are going to go. While they are digging through presents and enjoying a day where it’s okay to have more than one piece of cake or another bowl of ice cream – we get to dig through memories and devour all those warm, fuzzy feelings of parental love and accomplishment. We get one day where people are happy to hear about what our child did at this age or that and we can share all the photos we want without that all too familiar sigh of, “Oh man, she’s in one of those moods. Get ready to be photo bombed.”
I am blessed with a large family who loves to celebrate my children almost daily. We delight in spoiling them on special days and sometimes just because. Birthdays for us all are quite special. I pray that we get many more to celebrate, winding through the memories of each one past until they all become a jumble of happiness and triumph. I may not always have those ‘new’ mom memories of just what I was doing on the day of their actual birth, but I hope I always carry those deep feelings of love and true happiness in my heart.
Happy Birthday sweet babies. You can grow to be 100 and in my eyes and heart, you will forever be those little bundles wrapped in a warm sheet and handed to me for the very first time.