How quickly things change

Since this has rapidly evolved (or devolved, to be entirely accurate) into a mommyblog, let me just lean into it.  One of the things the Texan and I talked about when we were prepping for the baby was whether we wanted to do cloth or disposable diapers. We both fell on the end of the spectrum that disposable diapers were really awful for the environment, we were both raised with cloth diapers, and cloth diapers are a lot cheaper than disposables. So cloth it is!  I registered for several different types, figuring we could play around with what worked for us.

Turns out, what works for us is, you guessed it, disposables.  In our defense, we did get used to disposables since that's what they use at the NICU. And La Principessa is still not even three months old - we can always change our mind later on when we are less shell-shocked* and see how they work for us.  But goddamn if they aren't convenient. Plus when you're done, into the Diapor Doktor (sp) they go (a friend who'd had several kids told me, as soon as she heard I was pregnant, that if I did nothing else, I invest in a solid trash bin. Words to live by). 

* We are still figuring out the shift-work and what the baby needs in terms of sleeping/eating. I have been doing the midnight feedings but last night was brutal: I was so tired that I fell asleep while waiting for it to be time for the feed and then, while waiting for her to digest so she wouldn't spit everything up the minute I laid her down in her crib, fell asleep again. And she still managed to wake up about 20 minutes after I went to bed. Fortunately the Texan fell down on that grenade and went to go comfort her, something he is better at anyways. I woke up this morning and realized that there was no chance at all that I would be up for going to her doctor's appointment this afternoon, so I called to reschedule.  Hooray for flexible schedules!