Today is the second last guest post in the
infant diapering series. Today we have a story that went from "the perfect mom" to the "perfect guilt free mom" ... Here is Maija's story in her own words:
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I was a breastfeeding, cloth diapering, organic baby food making and proud baby wearing Mommy. In short, I was “that” mom. The “perfect” mom. That is until I actually had children of my own.
When I was pregnant with my first child (a daughter) I was twenty four years old. By today’s standards, I was slightly on the young side to start having babies. But I was married (for two whole months before I got pregnant) and had a supportive family and because I was the eldest of six children, I had grown up with babies so I felt prepared.
Plus I loved to shop in the baby boutiques.
I spent quite a bit of time and a considerable amount of money in these boutiques. I researched, I compared and I discussed with shop keepers and other moms in the store until finally I bought. Most of the decisions I made were based on consumer reviews or in person advice from other moms, but some, like the cloth diapers, were based on sheer cuteness.
I didn’t choose cloth diapers. They chose me. How can you resist all the bright colours and cute designs? I nodded politely as the sales girl explained the environmental benefits and the easy washing instructions while I counted how many shades of pink they came in.
I went home with a starter kit. A $200 starter kit with a whopping five diapers in it.
As the big day slowly got closer and the baby showers were done I began to unpack, wash and then pack a hospital bag and a diaper bag. Both were placed by the front door of our home, waiting for our little baby girl to make her appearance.
The first few days in the hospital were a blur. While this is not a story of my pregnancy or of my daughter’s birth I will mention that neither were as simple as I had hoped and we spent just under a week in hospital. On the day we were finally to go home, one of my favourite nurses was helping me pack up my things and noticed in our hospital bag one single cloth diaper. It was washed and ready for use but in all the commotion I had forgotten it was there.
“What’s this?” she asked.
“Oh” I said looking up from trying to not-so-expertly latch my starving infant “I’m going to cloth diaper.”
The nurse smiled, and left the room for a minute. She came back with a stack of disposable diapers and put them into the bag destined for home. “Take these just in case” she said. I was too tired to care.