Showing posts with label cloth diapers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cloth diapers. Show all posts

Friday, June 24, 2011

unwaterproofing diapers - achieving the impossible

When my oldest daughter was a baby, I sewed diapers straight for a month. I sewed when she napped and after she was in bed, sometimes late into the night. I later found out that my 40 year old, second-hand sewing machine could be heard quite clearly in our downstairs neighbors' apartment, and that, not infrequently, they would comment to one another, "There's Jennie, sewing again." I made 100 pocket diapers - an ingenious design that wicks moisture away from your baby's bottom. Half of these went to my sister. Just saying that now - 100 diapers - gives me the shivers. Oh, the horrible monotony! I never wanted to see a cloth diaper again.

Cloth diapers are incredibly nifty these days - a far cry from the accidental safety pin puncture wounds that were just part of being a baby in our family growing up. Not to mention the sickening feel of squeezing cold, poo-ridden water out of a diaper you've just rinsed off in the commode. But the ease and safety of pocket diaper covers with velcro fasteners comes at a price. One or two times of a dryer sheet accidentally making it's way into your load of diapers, and you may have just waterproofed your diapers. Not waterproofed in the good sense of them keeping pee from coming OUT of the diaper, but in the bad sense of not letting pee soak through the layer of suede cloth or fleece that often composes the inner layer of pocket diapers. When this layer gets waterproofed, it's as if you've diapered your child in a cotton pre-fold sandwiched between 2 layers of plastic - the urine simply runs out the legs of the diapers and onto their clothing (and your lap). Using too much detergent, the wrong kind of detergent, or putting diaper rash cream on your child's bottom can also waterproof diapers. And once waterproofed, I have found it to be nearly impossible to restore them to a useful condition.

The diapers I sewed for my sister were the first to get waterproofed. After hours of searching for solutions on the internet and many more hours of scrubbing the suede cloth layer with oxyclean, vinegar, baking soda or anything else that was said to successfully strip the waterproofing from diapers, she gave up and began using them as diaper covers - just laying the cotton pre-fold on top of the suede cloth layer instead of inside. But when mine were the next to go, even though I used Charlie's Soap, a recommended mild detergent for diapers, I was horrified. I was not willing to admit that the time-consuming process of sewing the pocket enclosure in each diaper had been a complete waste. And so I went through the same tedious process of unsuccessfully trying to salvage my pocket diapers as well.

When I finally threw my hands up in defeat, my husband suggested I cut some slits in the suede cloth layer to allow the urine a passageway into the cotton pre-folds. At first I was shocked. Cut holes in my beautiful diapers?? That idea never would have even occurred to me. But since I had exhausted all other possible solutions, I wincingly took a pair of scissors and cut a grid of holes in one of the diapers. And do you know what? It WORKED!!

And so my brilliant husband (who had not lived in front of the sewing machine for a month) unlocked the key to unwaterproofing the unwaterproofable. These diapers, although they aren't the pristine, hole-free diapers I planned to diaper my children in, keep their bottoms (and my lap) dry. And that's good enough for me.

Monday, January 31, 2011

cloth diaper update

Oh my goodness.


I am in love

Why didn't anyone ever tell me how fantastic cloth diapers are? ohhhhhh, you did? Well why didn't I listen? Not only are these things soft and cheap and cute -- they DO NOT LEAK. After five months of blown out diapers leaking up his shirt literally every single time, I'm not sure how to react when I hear him rumble. My instinct is to jolt him upright, unsnap everything while holding the top of the diaper tight on his back, and just pray it all stays contained while I bolt for the bathroom. But no longer. Now I just coo at him "hmmmm, sounds like you might need a change, but I'm a little busy at this exact moment. Give me a few minutes . . ."


And speaking of awesome, what do you think of those back rolls? The other kids keep asking how his skeleton can hold up all the chub, which has led to some very interesting discussions involving bone density, physics, and why 23 pound infants are better off not walking. Deep stuff, I tell you.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

taking the plunge

When our oldest was born I checked into cloth diapers, and the options weren't all that great. This was the pre-internet era (otherwise known as "the olden days," according to my kids), and the few sources I could find were still based on pins and plastic pants. Not for me. In the intervening years, it never occurred to me that the whole cloth-diaper-world could have come so far. When half of my friends switched to cloth five years ago, I was enamored with all the colors and fuzz. But our "last kid" was then in the midst of potty training, and I figured I had missed the cloth boat.

Fast forward five years, and the advent of "last kid number two," and my second (or sixth) chance to make the shift has arrived. The new dipes are here, prewashed and ready to go. Wish me luck.


ps. Anyone have good advice for nighttime? This boy is a heavy wetter. I've heard that doubling up the inserts helps? or maybe a wool soaker? Of course, any excuse to knit something sounds good, unless he's going to be soaking through everything until I finish a soaker . . .

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Sure sign of spring

My daughters aren't the only ones I've been dying to get out in the sunshine. My one-year-old's diapers haven't seen the sun all winter long. I have a love-hate relationship with these diapers. When my three-year-old was a baby, I started making them with gusto. I even offered to make them for my sister as well. Imagine sewing 100 diapers nonstop for a month. I never wanted to see another diaper again! Yet when I see my babies waddling around with a big diaper bum I feel a great sense of satisfaction. Then there is the actual issue of maintaining cloth diapers in our tiny apartment. Every year by February I'm loathe to put these greying, smelly things next to my daughter's bottom - not exactly rational considering what I wipe off every time I change her. But when I'm finally able to hang them out to dry again and think of the sun bleaching them white and the wind airing them out, it just makes me feel giddy. When spring comes, there's not a prettier sight than my row of white diapers drying on the clothesline (or the offending source of excrement toddling behind them).