Like most people born before 1990, I was a cloth diaper baby. My parents folded a rectangular cloth, safety pinned it as tight as they could and put a plastic cover over it all. Then they prayed it wouldn’t leak.
It’s 2013 and I am a cloth diaper mama. They’ve come a long way in a generation and let me tell you, I love them.
I knew I wanted to cloth diaper before I had kids. I saw them in action on my niece and immediately knew they were for me. However, I didn’t start Eleanor in them right away. We lived in Hungary when she was born and planed to move back to North America several months later so I didn’t want to deal with shipping them over and then hauling them back. And I seriously doubted our Soviet-era washing machine was up for the task. So I used disposables for the first five months. Shortly after returning state-side I bought 12 cloth diapers and never looked back. Continue reading