I have always intended to cloth diaper. Not only does it appeal to my inner tree-hugger, it is also slightly less expensive (when you do the math with Kentucky utility costs, detergents, etc it actually is not a tremendous savings, but does save some), it avoids all the crazy chemicals that are in disposable diapers, cloth diapered kids potty train sooner and it is better for kids with sensitive skin/allergies.
NOTE: I’m preparing for my kid to have my allergies and when he/she does not I will throw a party with real non-vegan cake at a petting zoo, something I still can’t go too without a massive allergy attack.)
When the Professor got word we were going to NYC I started to question my cloth diapering hopes. I emailed a blogger buddy who lives in the city and asked if you can wash cloth diapers at public laundromats and she said, “Sure. It is really no one’s business what you wash so more power to ya if you want to haul dirty diapers to the laundry every few days.”
Ugh, hauling diapers to the laundromat every few days. I HATE doing laundry and I really hate public laundromats where it’s hot, you can smell people’s dirty socks, and your socks and undies mingle in the vat where that totally skeezy guy’s socks and undies had just been hanging out. I know they are WASHING MACHINES and thereby clean, but still. The thought of putting Chicken’s diapers in a public washer was just to much – both for me and the next horribly OCD person who was waiting for the washer. I just can’t do that to my fellow Adrian Monks in the world, you know?
My mother-in-law kindly offered to pay for a diaper service for us in NYC but the prices are just too high. There are also lots and lots of other ways she can use that money to help us outside of shit management. I suggested she take that money and instead gift us a year-long membership to the Jewish Community Center a few blocks from the new place. Here we can exercise, attend group functions with other young families, continue our yoga practice and hopefully find some fun Mommy and Me classes. The social time and exercise will help us stay fit and sane and hopefully help me deal with some of the stresses of being a first time mother in a new city.
Another downfall to cloth diapering when you don’t have your own washer and even if you use a service is that dirty diapers will hang out in the pail for a few days. For normal households this might not be a big deal. In mine, though, it poses a particular problem. We have a cat who LOVES her some stanky butts. Her nose is like a heat seeking missile with the other cats’ rear ends and ANY time one walks by she buries her nose in for a good deep whiff. She will joyfully run into the bathroom after your morning constitutional to smell the rank air. It is, hands-down, the most disgusting thing ever. Well, it might be tied with her sister’s love of eating fresh cat vomit from the others. Anyways… Having a pail full of turdy diapers would be like having a pail full of crack in a halfway house. It would drive this cat mad.
I also learned that not all day cares will accept cloth diapers, meaning Chicken would have to be in disposables during the bulk of the day anyway. We are going to have enough of a struggling finding childcare last minute without adding in the diaper complexity, you know?
I think the final nail in the cloth diaper coffin, though, was simplicity. Seriously. That was the deciding factor.
I’m dealing with a lot of metaphorical shit in my life right now – a new baby after infertility and loss, a c-section after a planned natural birth, a move to a new city without friend or family support, learning to live a completely different lifestyle without a car, finding my way around this huge city with my very bad sense of direction, making ends meet on one salary for 6 months (or more if I go back to school), and so on. There is a lot of overwhelming shit going on right now and, honestly, washing shit out of cloth diapers every few days might be too much for me. I feel a little bit of control knowing that when I change Chicken I will just throw some shit away and can proceed with life. I like that I can take the kid and cat shit out twice a day with disposable diapers. I like that despite all the challenging metaphorical shit I’m facing, I will at least have the real shit managed.
How about you? Anyone decide to go the disposable route after being strongly pro-cloth?
Also, lots of y’all have asked for an update on our co-op purchase. I really wish I had some awesome news but I don’t. We are still waiting on financing approval after hitting about every speed bump known to man. The entire process looks like it won’t be wrapped up before our move date, either, which is causing even more stress. I’ll definitely let you know when we get the green light from the financing and co-op board and we’ll all toast long distance with our current vice of choice – be it ice cream, whiskey or Pinot Noir!