I hate admitting defeat — or admitting I’m wrong — but …
… Damn it, Pampers, I owe you an apology.
Yes, you are thin. Yes, you have a funny powder-y smell. Yes, you are covered with prints of licensed characters. Yes, you feel like a paper napkin to someone who is used to the thick, protective goodness of a cloth diaper.
But you know what? You do hold lots of pee. I’ll give you that.
Using disposables temporarily meant I could cake on lots of diaper cream (can’t do that with cloth, because it affects the absorbency), and it might help him sleep longer — very important, since I was sick and exhausted.
The cream cleared up his rash beautifully, but he didn’t sleep any better — although, in Pampers’ defense, he was a snotty mess and probably couldn’t sleep well, regardless of what was on his butt. I was really crappy (pardon the pun) at using disposables, though. I changed them way to often, out of habit, and sometimes one side would come apart.
I made an abrupt switch back to cloth first thing Saturday morning after waking up to a poo explosion. It had leaked out the leg-holes and into his sleeper, and I was totally grossed out. “Hear ye, hear ye! I hate ye disposables!” I had cried, fumbling for the bumGenius as fast as I could. “I pronounce thee done! Banished!”
I decided to put Baby Boy back in a disposable on Saturday night, though. He was feeling better, and I had been impressed by how the Pampers had held pee. Maybe they really would help him sleep better?
On Saturday night, I think he had two stretches of almost five hours. Unheard of in this household! Last night, we put him to bed at 8 p.m., and he was only up once in the night — 1:30 a.m. — and awoke at 6 a.m. for “first breakfast.” I nursed him, put him back to bed — all while NOT CHANGING HIS DIAPER — and he woke up cheerfully at 8 a.m.
So Pampers, I do apologize. I judged you. I scorned your cost. I talked smack about you behind your back. I even glared at you in the aisles of the drugstore. But you seem to be proving yourself worthy.
What’s that? You want me to admit I was wrong? Weeeeeeell, fine. I regret that I was so stubborn. I regret that I was so devoted to cloth (and its cuteness, yay!) that I didn’t open myself out to more options. I was stupidly clinging to the notion that if I could just stick it out with the cloth then I could say I had never bought a pack of disposable diapers, and really, who the hell cares? No one.
We’ll still use cloth during the day, because we do love it — and because I still haven’t forgiven you for that nasty blow-out — but I reluctantly admit that we will probably continue to use Pampers for overnight.
Because getting some sleep? Yeah, that is pretty much priceless.