Hi, my name is Keshia and I am addicted to cloth diapers. I have only been cloth diapering for a little over 2 months now, but the addiction didn’t take long to show itself. It all started when I got my first fluffy mail. I put it on my little one’s tush and feel completely in love. They were so soft and smelled so good! I loved that they didn’t feel so crinkly and synthetic like some other diapers hunks of plastic. And let’s not forget how darn cute they are!
The signs of my addiction were evident almost immediately. The day after my fluffy mail was delivered; I was in town running errands. When I would think of something I wanted to buy, like a new blender for smoothies, I would think of how much I could put into my diaper fund with what I would save if I didn’t get it. I was letting diaper funds shape all of my other purchases. This was only the beginning.
Soon I had abandoned fully dressing Cooper, choosing instead to pick the diaper I wanted him to wear, find a t-shirt that matched and then pack several other diapers that also coordinated. Shorts and pants might as well not exist!
My husband made a comment that I was spending too much time browsing cloth diaper store websites, like there could be such a thing! I even made a spreadsheet of my cloth diapering wish list, along with where to get it and how much it costs. Soon, he started taking advantage of my compulsion for more diapers. He tried to bribe me with them. Successfully. He loves to drive his Jeep, and I hate it. It’s hot, and I need my A/C which is useless in a vehicle with no top. But he wanted to drive it on our weekend trip; so he told me if I would agree to drive the Jeep I could order a few diapers. So I placed an order with Kelly’s Closet and hopped in the Jeep. Of course a weekend trip means packing diapers. I put them all a bag, and went to put them in the Jeep. With the top off, I was worried they might blow out. I couldn’t stand the thought of my precious stash bouncing down the highway, so I did the logical thing. I buckled them in! This was a little much for my husband. I think he may have laughed at me for a solid hour.
My love for cloth has grown quickly. In only 2 short months I have gone from cloth skeptic to cloth addict. My spreadsheet wish list has steadily shrank, and then grown even more as I further explore the world of fluff. With so many diaper choices out there, I don’t think the compulsion will be satisfied until I try them all!
By Keisha W.