What to do in a Pinch:
Weʼve been cloth diapering our son for the majority of his little life and itʼs hard to believe that his first birthday has come and gone! Over the past few months, one of the reasons that cloth diapering has become so easy for us it that my son has become as regular as clock work when it comes to number twos. I can be sure that “it” will happen when he wakes up from his naps and at no other time. Itʼs really very nice to know that! But it has made us very complacent. I can remember traveling with multiple extra diapers in his newborn days, because you were just never sure when the bomb might drop! But now, I rarely even bring one spare, unless weʼre going to be gone for longer periods of time. We just donʼt really change him when weʼre out, because he doesn’t need it if he gets a clean diaper before we leave and weʼll be home in an hour or two.
However, this policy was our undoing recently! We had gone to a friendʼs house for dinner and had only been there maybe fifteen minutes when I saw THAT face. The little grimace. The red cheeks. And I knew we were in trouble! Of course there were no spare diapers! So whatʼs a mama to do?? I decided that desperate times call for desperate measures and I was just going to have to dump it out in the toilet and put the diaper back on him. It had been such a short time that heʼd been wearing it; surely it wasn’t that wet yet! Well, the first part worked; the little gift plopped out neatly, leaving very little mark on the suede cloth (love those bumgenius 4.0s!). But to my dismay, it was completely soaked!
Now we had to evaluate the situation. We could: 1. forget dinner (which we had been trying to schedule for months), 2. drive home (40 minutes), and 3. resent being a parent. That wasn’t an appealing scenario! So while I was racking my brain (and the diaper bag) for a solution, it came to me: a flannel baby blanket! I folded it into quarters, and then tri-folded that smaller square, and it was the perfect size to stuff inside the bumgenius 4.0! Yes!! The only downside, that was really unavoidable, was having to insert my forearm into the pocket to stuff it, which is quite a different experience from when it was clean and dry! But we made it through. Mama went out and had a glass of chardonnay and didn’t resent anyone. Baby felt clean(ish) and played happily through dinner. Daddy admired Mamaʼs ingenuity, which made Mama happy. And when Baby pooped again a few hours later, we called it a night and went home.
By: Stephanie G.