Putting the pampers in ‘Pampers and Pakhlava’
Slowly but surely, Big Papa and I have been getting the things we need to (as we say) “keep the baby alive” when we finally become parents. We now have a crib, a changing table, a high chair, a couple strollers, an assortment of books and a few toys.
A few days ago someone asked me “What kind of diapers do you plan to use?” “Uh, diapers?” was my response.
The truth is I don’t know much about diapers. Sure, I am aware that there are cloth diapers and disposable diapers. I’m even savvy enough to know that there are all sorts of groovy diapers these days: pre-folded with handy-dandy pocket systems and even all-in-one diapers. But whether we want BumGenius, Gdiapers or Fuzzibunz is a mystery to me.
Aside from my lack of knowledge about diapers themselves the, er, bottom line is that I’ve never changed a baby and have yet to choose and use diapers. Even if we had diapers in the house, my confidence on what to do with them is on the low end of the bell curve. It’s been decades since I last did any babysitting and all the kids I took care of back in the day were all ready toilet trained. Plus, I was only three when my sister was born, so my recollections of a diaper service and diapers being dunked in the toilet are vague at best.
Up till now, what little Big Papa and I have learned about diapers, has been gleaned from the other end of the life continuum: adult diapers. I’ve purchased more than my fair share of pull-ups for my dad in the nearly four years he’s lived near Seattle.
And, sadly, Big Papa’s first experience with diaper changing was also dad-related, at 30,000 feet some place over the mid-West when we moved my father to Seattle from Florida. When my father, who is disabled, lost control of his southern end shortly after take-off, my sweet (fiancé at the time) Big Papa spent most of the flight from Charlotte, North Carolina to Seattle, Washington learning about do-do and Depends.
We laugh about it now, but while it was happening, we were horrified. I remember standing in front of the bathroom (where my father was holed up for most of the flight) holding up an airplane blanket to offer privacy (my father’s paralyzed and we couldn’t get him solidly into the bathroom enough to close the door) while Big Papa came to the rescue.
I couldn’t believe Big Papa was doing this for my dad…and for me. If there had been someone to marry us on that plane, I would have done it on the spot.
But I digress, so back to diapers and babies. We realized we needed a little help. While there are tons of websites these days, some devoted exclusively to diapers and the pros and cons of this diaper versus that diaper, and there are videos showing how to change a baby (thank you YouTube), we felt like we really needed a bit more, um, hands-on experience.
So we signed up for a diaper class. “Are you sure you want to use cloth, but are confused and overwhelmed by all the options?” Yes, that would be us (at least we think we want to use cloth). Adventures in Cloth Diapering, here we come!
I’ll be sure to report back and let everyone know which pampers we prefer. In the meantime, I’m trying to learn what I can about the business end of a baby.
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