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Aug 31 / Caro

Me and Mine – August

For much of the month of August, I’ve felt as though I’ve been caught in a spin cycle, tossing violently from one commitment to another with no time to gather my breath or my thoughts and never really feeling like I’ve finished one thing before hurtling on to the next. And my emotions have been on a separate roller coaster of their very own. It’s been a tough month of not being pregnant, with three babies born to women who had their first around the time I had Thomas, one due (literally) any moment now and two more pregnancies announced. Envy may be an ugly and pointless emotion, but when you are surrounded by people who have achieved what you desperately desire, I think it’s a natural to feel it at least a little bit, and I’ve certainly been guilty of more than a few tears. To add to it, I feel burned out by the effort of keeping my blood sugars tightly controlled enough for pregnancy for so many months and still being no nearer having anything to show for it. It’s like salt in the wound.

What has brought me around amongst all of this is being reminded of the good and of all the ways in which my life is currently blessed. Top of that list is my family unit; My boys. And looking at this photograph, I can’t help but smile and feel my heart smiling too.

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It was an unscripted moment, taken (as you can see if you look at the reflection in Ian’s sunglasses) with the front camera on my iPhone on a spontaneous family day out to Port Lympne Wild Animal Park. Having missed ‘Me and Mine’ last month, I’d planned to actually set up a proper shoot this month, and take some pictures expressly for this project. But then I snapped this one in a quick moment in the sunshine, and instantly loved everything about it. Well, perhaps not the double chin. But I love Thomas’s cheeky grin, Ian’s natural face. I love how we are smooshed so closely together, as we so often are when we are sharing books, having tickle fights or simply sharing cuddles before bedtime.

We’re that happy three.

I want Thomas to have a sibling more than anything. But it doesn’t really matter if it takes a lot longer than we would have liked, or perhaps even never happens at all. So long as I have Ian and Thomas.

This photo reminds me of that. Me. And mine. It’s all I really need.

dear beautiful

 

Aug 29 / Caro

Reasons to Love Ikea

“Oh, it’s raining” said Ian, on Saturday morning. “Let’s go to Ikea!”

It seems to be a fact of life that whenever we go to Ikea, it is tipping it down with rain. So to turn logic on it’s head, the rain prompted him to suggest a much needed trip to the Swedish furniture store. My response?

“Yes, yes, meatballs!”

Let’s be honest, though. Who doesn’t love Ikea? Well, okay… I don’t like the queues to pay, and the fact that only a third of the tills are ever open. The fact that there is always guaranteed to be at least one screw missing from your furniture. That there is never anyone around to help when you are five-foot-three woman trying to buy an eight-foot wardrobe on your own. That its ubiquity is making clones of houses up and down the land. That they never have everything you need in stock at exactly the same time. I could go on with a list of niggles.

But Ikea is also the ultimate rainy family day out.

Besides the cheap, multifunctional furniture endless storage solutions and maze of spaces for exuberant toddlers to burn off some excess energy…

Peeking in to a wardrobe in ikea

Mirrors to stare at yourself in and cupboards to nosy in to

Hiding around corners in Ikea

Little corners and cubby hole to hide in. And lots and lots of set-ups where you can run round and round in endless circles. (Fun only if you’re one and three quarters, I fear!)

Ikea trolley ride

Trollies to ride in, especially fun over the sensory pavements outside!

Drawing in Ikea

Free pencils for “dawing” (Drawing, to you and me!)

Ikea toys try before you buy

Lots of toys to “try before you buy”

Ikea meatballs and Daim cakeAnd who can forget the meatballs and Daim cake. No trip to Ikea is complete without it!
Ikea Thomas meatballs
Even Thomas loves meatballs!

I thought about adding the fact that it’s a free day out. But then I remembered that it’s almost impossible to leave Ikea without spending at least £100, even if you only went in for some chopping boards and a small storage box. Damn you Ikea!

Aug 28 / Caro

No Laughing Matter

GBBOlogoThe quirky, humorous snippets and the innuendo from Sue Perkins and Mel Giedroyc is one of the many things that makes The Great British Bake Off so watchable. But when Perkins opened yesterday’s episode with the statement:

“So far we’ve… eaten a chocolate shard that’s made me insulin dependent”

I know, from the reactions on Twitter, that I wasn’t the only one addressing my television screen with at least a bemused “Erm… no it hasn’t” or, more likely, something rather stronger.

It’s light entertainment. I get that. She’s a successful comedienne. I get that too. I know it is not the place of a Tuesday evening reality television show about baking to educate the public about an, albeit common, chronic condition. But, unfortunately, that is exactly what it does.

People who aren’t already connected to diabetes, by living with it or caring for someone who lives with it, don’t tend to seek out accurate information about it from proper medical sources.Why should they, when it doesn’t affect them? They often believe that people with diabetes can’t eat any sugar. They often believe that only older people, or overweight people, are affected by diabetes. They believe what they see and hear in popular media. And a statement such as that opener inadvertently educates, or reinforces the belief, that diabetes is caused by eating too much sugar.

Let me state it for the record now: Type 1 Diabetes (formerly known as insulin-dependent diabetes) is an autoimmune disorder that is not caused in any way by one’s eating habits. In fact, the causes are so complex that not even dedicated research teams fully understand them all. But the bottom line is that the immune system destroys the healthy insulin-secreting cells in the pancreas so that insulin can no longer be made.

The irony is that all of us, diabetic or not and whether we have consumed an enormous chocolate cake or not, are dependent upon insulin. Our bodies need it to function. For people with type 1 diabetes, injected or infused insulin is an essential life support. Without it, we would die. Not as quickly as someone would die without oxygen or water, but rapidly and painfully nonetheless. That stark fact, which we face each day as we calculate and administer this life saving medication, makes it hard to swallow blithe jokes about becoming insulin dependent.

Diabetes is hard work. Browse through my archives to see exactly how much hard work it took to come safely through my pregnancy with a healthy child. Even without pregnancy in the mix, it’s a demanding part of every day. Every morsel of food, every moment of activity, every minute of stress and every degree change in the temperature has the capacity to affect blood sugar levels. The short term risk is severe low blood sugars, potentially leading to unconsciousness or seizures. The long term risks are to our eyes, our circulatory systems, our kidneys and our nervous systems – a seemingly endless list of potential complications of diabetes hangs over each and every one of us living with this condition.

And it’s a condition that’s full of blame. There is no other chronic condition where so much responsibility for ongoing health rests entirely with the patient; where so many day-to-day decisions about management are to be made by the patient alone. We blame ourselves enough when things don’t go to plan, and we don’t need external questions about whether we should be eating something or doing something or the suggestion that we brought this on ourselves with inappropriate dietary choices.

People with diabetes lead full, normal, rewarding and happy lives. There isn’t very much that we can’t do, and perhaps that is why the public perception of this condition remains so twisted. Rest assured that behind the scenes of a diabetic’s life there is a lot of hard work and effort involved in staying healthy. It’s not a laughing matter any more than cancer or mental health or any other illness.

So please, cut the blame and cut the jokes.

Aug 24 / Caro

Is Suffering Quantifiable?

It’s a common point for philosophical debate: The idea that there will always be someone worse off, and consequently, the idea that we shouldn’t moan about the circumstances which life deals us. Leaving aside the slight element of schadenfreude in this sentiment, it’s not something that I’ve ever been able to fully reconcile in my head.

I believe in positive thinking, I really do. I think that whilst we don’t have the power to control certain things that happen to us, we do have at least some degree of control over how we respond to those things. And life is very much what you make it. No matter what life throws at us, it’s worth taking the time to look for, and celebrate, the positives. A consistently negative attitude makes no one happy, least of all yourself. But that doesn’t mean there is no room at all for negative feelings in life. And it definitely doesn’t mean that your right to feel negatively about something should be graded against what other people are going through.

Yet, there have been times when people have told me that “at least diabetes isn’t cancer”. That “at least epilepsy isn’t cancer”. During one of my moments of feeling utterly overwhelmed with managing diabetes during a pregnancy, I was told by a “friend” that I couldn’t possibly moan, because so many people would give so much to be in my position, expecting a baby.

And now I’m in that position myself – desperate to conceive but for whatever reason struggling to do so – I’m being regularly told that I haven’t actually been trying that long compared to many other people, or had to go through the years of fertility treatment that others have endured and reminded that “at least you already have one child”, and so, consequently, I shouldn’t moan.

These kind of statements are imbued with the assumption that I hadn’t realised these things, or that I am ungrateful for the very many blessings with which I find myself, and this frustrates me beyond belief. Of course I’m well aware of all the many awful things that happen in people’s lives and the world at large. I’m well aware that for some people, the dream of a family never becomes a reality. But just because such difficulties exist for others, simply because there is terrible suffering to be found, does that instantly negate my own feelings of sadness and frustration, or make me any less entitled to feel what I feel about them?

I don’t believe that it is necessary to measure every situation against someone else’s, when the situation at hand represents a unique challenge to the person concerned. Just because something passes like water off a duck’s back for you doesn’t automatically mean that it will for everyone, and each person has different priorities, hopes and dreams. Each person’s experience of life is so different that I simply can’t believe my feelings about the individual hand life has dealt me can be quantified against anyone else’s feelings surrounding theirs.

To be completely honest, I think the only benchmark for how something makes you feel is yourself. Everything is relative, after all.

Aug 23 / Caro

Learning Regret

Picture the scene: In the full darkness of the middle of the night, a hot, sweaty, tear-stained Thomas is in the middle of our king sized bed, searching. He’s systematically peeling back the edges of the duvet, reaching for the straps of my vest top first on one shoulder then, as my hand gently dissuades him, the other. Foiled again, he shuffles down the bed, feeling for the bottom edge of my clothing, trying with all of his might to push it up over my stomach.

His wails are enough to wake the street, never mind the neighbours.

And in that moment, in the middle of our unmade bed, I feel simply awful. Somehow, despite all my best efforts, I’d ended up here, in the middle of the night, denying my son his biggest comfort whilst he was unwell.

What Thomas was searching for was my breasts.

And when his eyes sought out my face in the darkness and locked on to my own, when he cocked his head slightly to the side and whispered

“No boobies?”

I thought my heart might break.

Because now that we’ve not fed in over a month, there is no going back. But Thomas doesn’t, or didn’t, understand that.

Breastfeeding was never, ever about me. I didn’t start out feeding Thomas for myself, and I certainly didn’t carry on for twenty months to satisfy myself. I’d be lying, though, if I said there hadn’t been times in the last six weeks that I haven’t missed the closeness and routine of our feeding. The milk-drunk look that washed over a tired Thomas’s face. The warmth and weight of his body across mine. But I was happy to know that feeding had ended on his schedule and he was content.

Until that night, this week, when he couldn’t have been further from content. If I’d thought he’d already begun to forget about my boobs, I was very, very wrong.

No, I’ve been left with the distinct feeling that what the weaning process has taught Thomas is what regret feels like. Because I’m in no doubt that he’d go back if he could.

It’s been a tough week.

Mummy and Thomas

Aug 18 / Caro

That Was The Week That Was: Instagrammed {Three}

It’s been another busy week for us, but I wanted to find time to join in with The Week That Was Linky as it forces me to take stock of all the busy-ness and ensure I actually record the day-to-day moments. Many of these photos weren’t actually Instagrammed, but they are all photos taken and edited only with my phone – this linky also helps ensure that these photos don’t just languish on there, unloved!

 

TWTW3Sun11Aug

On Sunday, Ian got on with building some decking at the end of our garden, with help from friends. My mum and I took Thomas out of the melee (He likes to try to “help”) and he enjoyed a pub lunch (that is apple juice, nothing stronger!) and then plenty of time at the park and in the big sandpit, including climbing on the broken digger frame! We headed home to a garden that is finally taking shape, and Thomas had a lot of fun playing with the sand and water table on the new patio. We ended the evening christening the new deck by sitting on it with friends ad drinking wine and beer.

Monday was a work day, so no photos to share.

TWTW3Tues13Aug

On Tuesday we went to Godstone Farm. I didn’t take many photos with my phone, as I had the DSLR (and hopefully I’ll do a full post on this day out at some point) but Thomas had a fantastic day running sround looking at the animals, washing his hands (something he loves to do!) and playing in the sandpit and the playground. At lunchtime he wouldn’t eat unless he could also feed his trains, which he lined up by his plate before offering them each a spoonful of beans! The middle picture is taken in the slide barn on the back of a model tow truck. He had so much fun playing here and sitting in the cab pretending to drive, we literally had to drag him away!

TWTW3Wed14Aug

On Wednesday I had a day off work, but Thomas was still in nursery. The day was spent catching up on household tasks and some writing stuff, but I made time for a (hot!) cup of tea and a Double Decker, whilst watching rubbish on TV. In the afternoon I had my hair cut and coloured, which gave me an opportunity to get stuck in to a new book. And to complete the naughtiness of the day, I picked up a Frappuccino on the way home and sat in the park with my book for a while. Bliss.

TWTW3Thur15Aug

We packed a lot in to Thursday. We went swimming in the morning. I’ve not been for a couple of weeks due to other things, and I’d forgotten how frenetic our local pool is during the school holidays. Thomas had plenty of fun splashing around, but then started asking for “Percy” and “Gordon”. He didn’t want to get changed, just play with his trains on the changing room benches.

We went straight from the swimming pool to the hairdresser as Thomas badly needed a haircut – you can see in the bottom right corner that his hair is much shorter. Cutting Thomas’s hair is a nightmare as he will not sit still, which is why I now let the professionals do it. Last time we went, the lady cut herself, however, so I’m a bit embarrassed and apprehensive now! We got through it with him watching “Thomas and Friends” on my phone and me feeding him biscuits!

In the afternoon we walked down to the local lake, which is only about ten minutes walk through the woods. We went to feed the ducks, but this is something Thomas doesn’t really get yet, as he just stuffs the bread in to his own mouth. He had fun chasing them around and shouting “Cack Ducks” (“Quack Ducks”).

TWTW3Fri16Aug

Friday I was off work again as I had a hospital appointment in London right in the middle of the day. I didn’t plan this outfit very well for the torrential rain! I enjoyed some “me time” again on the train, listening to music and reading a book. The appointment ate up most of the day, between travelling there, waiting, the actual appointment and then travelling home. But it was worthwhile with a good outcome.

TWTW3Sat17Aug

Yesterday I was woken up at 4.30am by a screaming, hot and miserable little boy. I thought that was going to scratch out our plans for the weekend, but after some Calpol and lots of cuddles, the temperature disappeared and he perked right up. We were traveling down to Ian’s parents’ so made the decision to stilll go, and he was fine all day. I was less happy as driving on the M25 always sets me on edge. Between idiot middle lane hoggers and a silly Sat Nav that was absolutely determined to make us take the M3 despite solid traffic on the M25 and it being much easier to take the A3…. Aaaargh!

I was down there for a hen do, which saw me dressed up as in the picture above. We had drinks and a lovely dinner, followed by a trip to a roller disco. It’s been a long time since I wore roller skates, but we had a great time!

Joining in with this linky has made me realise just how full some of my weeks are! So what have you been up to? Head over to Hannah’s blog, by clicking on the badge, to join in!

 

Aug 14 / Caro

An Idiot’s Guide to Cloth Nappies

My name is Caroline, and I’m a cloth nappy addict.

I’m still not really sure exactly how I came to the decision to use cloth nappies. My sister-in-law used them for her first child back in 2009, and that is certainly when I first became aware of modern cloth nappies and what they entailed. I think that I like a bit of a challenge. I like to be a bit different. I was attracted to the idea of the potential cost savings, and the idea that it would be much harder to ever run out nappies because I hadn’t made it to the shops. I really liked the idea of reducing the volume of stuff in landfill. I’m not an environmental nut by any stretch of the imagination, but just the sheer space occupied by a few thousand used nappies horrified me a bit. Then I started looking at the nappies available, and fell in love more than a bit with their soft fluffiness. Before I knew it, I was building a cloth nappy stash of my very own, and we haven’t really looked back since Thomas was a few weeks old.

Cloth Bum Baby

I haven’t written about cloth nappies here, however, since our very early experiments with a newborn Thomas. But I do talk about it a lot in real life, on parenting forums and recently even on Twitter. There seems to be an increasing interest in the use of cloth nappies, but there are plenty of people whose first reaction is still “I could never do that”. Which makes me wonder exactly what they think is the most difficult part of using cloth nappies.

I won’t lie and say they are a total walk in the park. Like everything in parenting, there is effort involved. There are aspects which present more hard work than disposables, but there are some big benefits to using cloth as well. I can see, and remember, that looking in to cloth nappies for the first time can be quite overwhelming, as there is a huge variety of choice in types and styles, and some confusing terminology. So I wanted to put together a bit of an “Idiots Guide”, to answer the questions I seem to get asked most often.

To kick off with the big one:

Are they easy to use?

The short answer is “yes”. Many of today’s generation of parents wore cloth nappies themselves, but back in the 70s and 80s they consisted of terry squares which had to be folded, fitted with nappy pins and covered with stiff, scratchy plastic pants. And that is what people think of when they hear about washable nappies. Of course, you can still use nappies like this – and it’s probably the cheapest possible way of using nappies – but cloth nappies have also evolved. There are new more absorbent materials, which cut down on the bulk, better water-proof materials which are softer and more breathable, and nappies which go on just like disposables and fasten with velcro (aplix) or poppers, so no more nappy pins.

A typical nappy change involves first removing the old nappy, cleaning up the baby and then putting on a new nappy just as you do with a disposable. If the nappy is just wet, it goes straight in to a waterproof “wet bag” and later in to the washing machine. Wet bags fasten securely and there is no issue with smells. No fiddling with plastic nappy sacks, or needing to take the nappy straight to a bin. Dirty nappies are slightly more problematic, as the poo needs to be flushed down the loo, with the exception of newborn poo which can go straight in the machine. In this case I take the whole nappy to the bathroom, then lift out the liner and tip the poo away. You can also get flushable liners, in wish case you just pop the whole liner down the loo.

What about going out and about?

I take a smaller wet bag with me when we go out, and the nappy just goes in there. If I’m changing Thomas in a changing area that also has a toilet (e.g in a disabled toilet with a pull down changing table) I’ll tip the poo off there. Otherwise I take it home. It’s all contained in the bag and easy to deal with at home. Some people use cloth only at home and disposables when out and about. This is perfectly do-able, but I would dislike the hassle of having to change a nappy just because we were going out. If we’re only going out for a short trip and I don’t expect a nappy to need changing, and I’m only taking a small bag, I will sometimes just pop a disposable and a wet bag in the bag, so I can change if necessary. The biggest problem when out and about is that cloth nappies definitely take up more space in the changing bag.

And what about washing?

I wash my nappies overnight, usually every second or third day. How often you wash depends on how many nappies you have and how many your child gets through in a day, but as with everything it’s likely to be more frequent the younger they are. As I use wet bags, I just open them up and tip the nappies in to the machine. You can also store used nappies in a nappy bucket (although soaking is a thing of the past) which you can line with a mesh bag for easy transfer to the machine. I personally run a cold pre-wash cycle (rinses off any poo and helps reduce staining) and then do full wash cycle (40 degrees if no poo, 50 or 60 if poo is involved) followed by an extra rinse.

You need to avoid fabric softener, as it interferes with the absorbency of nappies, and also harsh stain removers or sanitisers. I do occasionally use Napisan, but repeated use can damage the waterproofing in some nappies. I use traditional washing powder, rather than gel or tablets, as it’s easier to control the amount used. You need to avoid too much detergent as it can clog up in the nappies making them stiff and interfering with absorbency. This is also the reason for the extra rinse at the end of the wash cycle. Because I wash overnight, I really don’t notice the 2-3 extra loads I’m doing per week.

Ideally I hang my nappies out in sunshine, as this is the best way to remove any stains (works on poo stains on clothing too), but this being the UK I do also resort to some tumble drying. I often finsih my bamboo nappies in the dryer as it really softens them up. Lots of people also have success with the Lakeland Dry-Soon Airer  (which has been on my wish list for several birthday’s and Christmas’s!)

But what about poo in my washing machine?

Have you never had a nappy leak poo on to vests or sleepsuits? Not yet potty trained an older child whose had at least the odd accident? The idea of washing machines is that stuff goes in dirty and comes out clean. The bulk of the poo goes down the toilet (which is, lets be honest, where poo really belongs, rather than festering in your wheelie bin) and I have NEVER had an issue with anything coming out of my washing machine dirty.

And what about touching poo?

If you’ve never touched your child’s poo, you’re either extremely lucky, or you’ve never actually changed a nappy. Poo is part of the territory when you are a parent. I occasionally touch poo when putting it down the toilet (no more so than cleaning out a potty, I’m guessing) but I always wash my hands after nappy changes anyway. I have friends who use disposables who in the early days had a leak out of the nappy every time their child produced a poo. And Thomas’s nursery have commented on how he has never had a poo leak from a nappy, but they happen reasonably commonly with the younger children in disposables. Avoiding touching poo as you extricate your child from a poo-covered vest is much harder than avoiding touching the poo contained in a cloth nappy.

How to get started

My advice would be not to rush out and buy a full set of one type of nappy, especially before your baby has even been born. There are lots of different types of nappy and it’s hard to know what will suit you and your baby without trying them out. It’s worth looking out for “trial kits” such as this one from Fill Your Pants   or this one from Tots Bots. Better yet see if any friends use cloth and may be able to lend you some to try out. Finally consider buying preloved. Everything comes out in the wash, so I have no problem doing this. I usually give them a couple of washes before I use them. It’s a fantastic to try different nappy types – especially the more expensive brands – without shelling out a huge amount of money.

Knowing what types of nappy to try can seem mind boggling at first, so here is my brief introduction to cloth nappies for newbies.

Types of nappy

All in one

  • All-in-one nappies: As the name suggests are all in one piece. They consist of a waterproof outer shell with several layers of absorbent material. These are the simplest type to use, as you put them on and take them off just like a disposable, but wash them in between. The drawbacks are that they often take a long time to dry and can be difficult to add extra absorbency to. Some all-in-ones, however, have sections that pull out to speed up drying and can also be boosted. (Pictured is a Tots Bots EasyFit)

Snap-in-one

  • A variation on all-in-on is the snap-in-one nappy, where the absorbent parts are snapped in to the outer with poppers, which again speeds up drying and sometimes allows more absorbent boosters to be added. (Pictured is a Close Pop-In)

pocket nappies

  • Pocket nappies: With these the waterproof outer is sewn to an inner layer (usually some kind of fleece) to create a pocket. The pocket is then stuffed with absorbent material. The biggest advantage of these nappies is that they come apart for washing and drying, so dry faster, and you also have flexibility in how you stuff the pocket, so you can adjust the absorbency and bulk to suit your baby. (Pictured are Blueberry One Size)

Two part nappies and nappy wraps

  • Two parters: as the name suggests, come in two parts – a separate waterproof outer, usually known as a wrap, and an inner absorbent material. You can get shaped nappies which go on like a disposable and you simply add the wrap over the top. There are also flat and pre-folded nappies, which are more similar to old fashioned terries and must be folded in to shape before being put on the baby and the wrap placed over the top. They can seem more fiddly than all in one or pocket nappies, but give the best flexibility and tend to work well overnight. (Pictured are a Lollipop Bamboo size 2 and Blueberry Coveralls. This is our night nappy combo of choice that we’ve been using for over a year.)

Materials

The main waterproof fabric in use is a polyurethane laminate – usually a cotton fabric laminated with poly urethane. It’s a light, durable and breathable fabric that washes extremely well. The main alternative waterproof fabric is wool, which is a very environmentally friendly choice and is extremely breathable, so good for sensitive skin. Wool does need to be lanolinised frequently to maintain it’s waterproof abilities.

The main absorbent materials used in nappies are a man-made polyester based fabric known as microfibre, cotton, bamboo and hemp. Cotton and microfibre both absorb very quickly and also dry very quickly, but don’t always hold a lot of fluid and as a consequence tend to be bulky. Bamboo and hemp will both hold a lot, but absorb more slowly and dry more slowly. They are both also cheap, sustainable and environmentally friendly to grow and harvest.

An ideal combination for nappies is often a layer of microfibre to provide quick absorbency, with a layer of bamboo or hemp to provide more overall absorbency and make the nappy last long between changes. Adding extra layers in to nappies is known as boosting and is most easily achieved with pocket nappies or two-parters.

Liners are a non-absorbent part of the nappy used to protect little one’s bum from moisture and protect the rest of the nappy from poo. You can buy disposable and flushable liners, which make disposing of poo very easy, but I find these paper liners tend to bunch up and especially get stuck to little boys’ bits. In addition paper liners don’t act a s a stay-dry layer. My favourite liners are fleece, which lets wetness through quickly, but helps keep baby’s bum dry and is lovely and soft. You can buy fleece liners, or make your own by cutting up a cheap fleece blanket. They can be made very thin, so as not to add bulk to the nappy.

Sizing

Nappies are either “sized” or “birth-to-potty”. Sized nappies come in a variety (usually only 2-3) sizes aimed to fit newborns, older babies and toddlers. The sizes are usually defined by weight.The drawback of sized nappies is you need to buy a full set each time your baby outgrows the others, so it can get more expensive. If you have children close together in age, this can work well, however. It is also usually possible to get the best fit, especially in the small sizes. Birth-to-potty nappies have poppers on the front that enable them to be shortened or lengthened to fit a range of sizes – often from around 10lb (so not truly birth for many) up to 35lb+ The downside is the extra bulk this adds when they are poppered down to newborn size.

And finally…

If things still seem confusing, I can reassure you that once you have a few nappies and a baby in front of you, it all becomes a lot clearer. Overall, I’d recommend cloth nappies to anyone. Yes, there is some work involved, but I think the lack of leaks and the potential money savings alone can balance that out. It’s hard to put properly in to words why I love cloth nappies so much, but 21 months in, it’s just what we do, and I have no intention of changing that anytime soon.

If you’re considering trying cloth, or just starting out, then I hope this has been helpful, but I’m always happy to answer cltoh nappy related questions, so feel free to leave a comment. And go for it!

(N.B This post is not sponsored in any way. These are all my own nappies, which I just happen to love!)

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