Cloth Diapers

Lately we have ventured into the world of cloth diapers. We decided to CD, as cloth diapers are affectionately called, when I was pregnant. I did a ton of research, lurked on CD web boards, and even signed us up for a class. I was totally invested, both with our money and our time. Baby T was born, we were lucky enough to be in a hospital that used CD, and we continued to love them. Then it was time for Baby T's bris and the pediatrician who did it told us to use disposables (or sposies as they are not as affectionately called by those who CD) and that is when the love affair with sposies began. I was hooked after the first diaper. Just being able to casually throw away with out a care was reason enough to love them.

Months went by and I just couldn't give up the sposies. Granted these were months when I was adjusting to life with a newborn who refused to be put down, EVER. I was also developing a breast infection that would ultimately land me in the hospital having emergency surgery to drain two golf ball sized pockets of infection. Along with all of this, I was having post-pregnancy hormone surges that would have me crying at everything, laughing hysterically at nothing, and sweating so badly in my sleep that I would wring out my pajamas when I would get up to feed Baby T through out the night. Sposies looked better and better everyday.

Months went by. Months in which Baby T began to allow us to put him down, my infection was killed by surgery and antibiotics, and I stopped sweating and crying. I started to read the CD web boards where members exclaimed their love for CDs. I found myself pulling them out again and trying them on Baby T. Now, many weeks later, DH spent the weekend putting CDs on Baby T, and I would say that we are back into CDs. I'm back in love with my cloth diapers.