In a perfect world, babies would come out of the womb toilet trained. Unfortunately, this is not the world we live in. And in my world, specifically, my 3-year-old is still happily prancing around in his Pampers (and will probably still be going strong through college). There was a time, long ago, when I felt conflicted about using disposable diapers, but I chose my own sanity over the environment. I am sorry, trees. I think there are things every mom who uses disposable diapers wants you to know, though, and I might as well be the first one to say them.
Honestly, my dabble with cloth diapers almost ruined my relationship with my husband. He wanted to do the cloth diapers, and I wasn't so into it. His pitch about protecting our environment and how they were better for our baby's sensitive bottom won me over, though, so I decided we would give it a try.
Our first cloth diaper experience was probably the most extreme you could get without having to buy your own loom and weaving them yourself. My partner and I had organic hemp diapers that came delivered as square fabric shapes that we had to twist and fold into an approximation of a diaper on our actual baby. It was hell. Each time I needed to change my squirming, screaming newborn, he would have already peed or pooped on his changing pad (or me) by the time I'd gotten the hemp diaper even remotely near his tushie.
The one selling point that got me was that a delivery service would come and pick up the soiled diapers form an odor-trapping (ha!) diaper pail once a week, to wash them at some off-site facility. The smell of wet, rotting, newborn poopie diapers stewing in an enclosed space for a week? Yeah, that got old fast.
In the end, I made the executive decision that cloth diapers were not for us. And I'll never forget the first time I put on those wonderful, magical Pampers with the stripe. I felt like I had emerged from olden times into the Space Age. I haven't looked back since.