Speaking of cloth dipes, I am often asked about cloth. We went cloth when Side Salad was about 5 months old. It was a purely financial decision. When we found out I was pregnant, I'd just been laid off. I had money saved, a college refund check, severance, and unemployment. We began prepping immediately, buying a box of diapers each month. SS went throug them fairly quickly and I was tired of tossing money in the trash can 8 times day. Since my unemployment was due to run out, we made the switch. We stared with prefolds and Bummis Super Whisper Wraps. I got a couple of bumGenius 3.0s for when we went out, too. I ended up with a varied stash that included custom fitteds from Orange Diaper Co. nee Scuttlebutts and even a goodmama.
|Fresh Oranges (previously known as Scuttlebutts)|
|Rockin' a bamboo square and snappi|
|I <3 owls!|
|Side Salad NIP at age one|
Can I tell you something? Everyday, I feel like I feel every single emotion that I've ever know. I love Popcorn but she cries an awful lot. It can be really frustrating, even though she's my fifth. I really get down sometimes. I try to keep things in perspective. Popcorn is a baby; she can't talk. She can't tell me what she wants. She's in a new environment and it can be overwhelming. Plus I love her so doggone much. That surge of love hormones business is serious! When she cries, I feel bad and overwhelmed but I feel so much for the young mothers because I was young when I had the Astronuat (18 and 4 months out of high school) and the single mamas (Lettuce and I have been together for 8 years. The big kids are 9 and 11. You do the math.) because it's hard. Sometimes I want to cry. Then she stops crying and all is well. But if I were to be overwhelmed, I could hand her to Lettuce. Not every one has that luxury.
Breastfeeding can be a double edged sword. I provided food and comfort, which is beautiful and makes me feel like, I don't know, Gaia. I feel like my body cradled her and created her and nourished her before she was born, and now that she is born I am doing the same. At the same time, I provided food and comfort, which is exhausting and makes me feel like I am handcuffed to the baby. She's a needy little sweetie, that's for sure. It's important to keep things in perspective. I can only do this for a little while, in the grand scheme of things. And she won't always be 2 weeks old. In a few weeks, she'll even out a bit. In a few months, she'll be doing other stuff. Right now, all she does is sleep and grow.
I also remind myself of how much work I'm saving mystuff. You see, she'd still cry and need to be held and fed if I wasn't breastfeeding. But if I used formula, I'd have to make bottles and heat them up and wash them, etc. I'd have to get up at night instead of simply rolling over. I'd have to go to the store. It's just too much on top of what I already have to do. Anyways, this entry is getting a little long in the tooth so I'll stop for now but that's pretty much it, just loving my life and the people in it!