Reader Contributed Article by Lisa
This morning I bundled my baby's bottom in a bikini-twisted prefold, secured it with a Snappi, and grinned at my work.
Not bad, I thought, smiling at my squirming baby boy. Then I snapped on an Econobum cover (surprisingly one of my favorites – at first sight I wasn't excited about it, but it's so stretchy that he never gets red marks).
Max is my second baby – I never even considered cloth diapers with my first. This time, I'm saving money any which way I can, and I started researching cloth when I was only six months pregnant.
I love cloth! And especially prefolds – my baby's never had a blowout, and rarely has a red bottom.
At 4 months, he's a great sleeper, most nights from 9 p.m. to 6 a.m. But last night was a tough one. Awake at 10:30 (a nice burp that ended with me changing clothes), and instead of settling back to sleep, he squirmed and whined.
With my first, I would have let it go for awhile. But I didn't want him to wake his sister, so I scooped him up and carried him to the rocking chair. He immediately relaxed, head on my shoulder and body cuddled up to mine.
I'm still post-partum chubby, which annoys me to no end when I'm getting dressed. But at night, when it's just him and I, I don't think of those extra pounds. Instead I'm glad I have cushion to cuddle my baby. (My 4-year-old says “Mommy, you're so soft” in such an adoring way that I don't take it as a suggestion to go lift some weights.)
I walk every day, and am just now getting back to running. Yes, I'd like all my clothes to fit, but I'm okay right now with a few changes of more roomy clothes.
Because, in the words of my favorite poem by Ruth Hulbert Hamilton, “I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.”
Lisa Jacoby is a freelance writer who lives in Eastern Oregon with her husband and two children, Olivia, 4, and Max, 4 months.