Cloth Diapers

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Okay so when little E was about 7 months old I had entered into a giveaway from one of my favorite Facebook pages TheBabyGuyNYC.  It was for a cloth diaper package consisting of 2 All-in-one cloth diapers from Bummies, diaper balm, a wet bag and liners.  When they arrived I was so excited to give them a try after looking up all the info about cloth diapering online I could find from sites like Fluff Love University.  My hubby of course was skeptical, he thought that it would be just a phase that I would not stick with but I was adamant that was not the case.

The first day i used them I was surprised at how simple they were and how it was just as easy to put one on as a disposable.  Of course I had to still use them because I had only the two cloth diapers, but that would soon change after I told my hubby how much it was going to save us in the long run not to mention the fact that I could resell them after little E was potty trained.  Not long after I ordered more to start my “stash”, I now cannot imagine going back to disposables and a plus would be little E not having diaper rash ever since we switched.  The thing everyone always asks is how I feel about washing them, honestly it is no different than washing clothes that have been wet through from a failed diaper or a blow out in a disposable (which i have not had since I started cloth).

Now I’m not saying I have gone full blown “crunchy mom” because honestly I always feel like I do not fit in with the mom clicks and my kids don’t eat as healthy as they should, but I do cloth diaper and tell everyone I meet how great it is.  I also have been baby-wearing with little E since he has been born too, more on that later….

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Again, again

I guess after 10 years I have forgotten the greatness of toddler repetition and their love to do things over and over. Little E loves this one book so he always runs to get it and then shoves it with a grunt that loosely translated from toddler is “read it now”. I happily oblige but after the tenth time it gets a little old. I am truly about to hide this damn book because I am saying the words in my head and it is now causing me mental angst. So in my moment of sanity I decided to make some fun of it with Snapchat. Enjoy.
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A Little Background…

So a little background is where I will start this journey, I have been married to my extremely understanding and supportive husband (Will now and forever be known as D) for 13 years.  Rewind 12 years back and we were patiently awaiting the arrival of our first son, I had been in the hospital for 3 days being induced with no luck so they were going in to get him.  We were elated and I felt like shit, excuse my language but my father literally was a truck driver so I have all kinds of “sentence enhancers” more on that later.  Three days after my son (will now be referred to as little d) was born they diagnosed me with heart failure from pregnancy (Peripartum Cardiomyopathy).  Imagine that I have this thing that I can always say- that he literally broke my heart. I was barely able to take care of me let alone another human being, it was the closest I have ever come to death before and I really thought that was going to be it for me.  Thankfully within 5 months I recovered and was given the news that if I get pregnant again the chances of me dying were pretty great.  I had a 10 year IUD put in and I won’t say I wasn’t a little hurt after being told that, it really got me down.  I had put it to the back of my mind and enjoyed every moment watching little D grow up and everything was going great…..

Until my dad died, if anyone was a daddy’s girl it was me.  I was the son he never had among three other sisters and the one that had no trouble getting dirty or wanting to help him.  His death hit our family hard, extremely hard and we all dealt with it in our own way. Honestly there are still days I feel like I can’t breathe.  We all felt like something was missing but we all move on with our lives.

So funny that with my feet in the stirrups at the OBGYN my dad laughing is all i could hear in my head….It started the week before when i was kidding with D and said,”if i didn’t know better i would think im pregnant”  about an hour later a text from D asking if it was possible, then me at Walmart to get a test to prove him wrong.  Except for the fact he wasn’t wrong it was positive-what the fuck were we going to do now!?

Found out i was 8 weeks along and was freaking the hell out, they had told me no they had said I would die.  Well after talking to a plethora of doctors we decided it was all going to be okay.  29 weeks later we were blessed with another son (here and forever E).  Ten years is a long time between kids and now I get to go through it all again, the good the bad and the ugly.  In a way it is nice because little D is so great with E and he also had 10 years of being an only child which could have made him jealous but instead made him amazing-it’s like that’s what was missing we were missing E and  now we are complete.  Funny that my dad had 4 girls and all he wanted was a boy, he had two grandsons born before he died and three more after!

So this is it, my adventures of doing it all over again ten years later, hey at least there’s a bunch of new gadgets and things that came out since the first!!!