We just returned from a week long vacation at the beach – hence the long break in blog posts. I opted to take disposable diapers to the beach because I was led to believe there was no washer and dryer.
I purchased the most natural disposable diapers I could find and prayed my son would not suffer terribly from this decision.
After one day of sitting at the beach and being completely covered in sand, I was glad for the convenience of disposables…until he pooped.
Baby poop is runny. In cloth diapers containment is handled through gussets, elastic and absorbent fabric. In a disposable the flimsy leg elastic and non-existent waist elastic pretty much ensures that the runny poop is going to go all over you.
We all love a mental picture right? Picture me sitting at the table, watching the ocean waves roll in when all of the sudden I hear *pop*. I had felt Sterling using the restroom and assumed I was hearing a gas bubble.
No. Unfortunately, it was the sound of the runny poop popping out of the disposable diaper onto my skirt, leg and ground. Lovely.
I really despise disposable diapers. Suck is a horrible word, but one that adequately describes these horrible convenience items.
Needless to say, I was very very anxious to get home and put a cloth diaper on Sterling. The first one I grabbed was one of my favorites- a Sweet Pea Paisly print.
I love an occasional break but when convenience comes at a messy cost it’s just not worth it.