Friday, 20 August 2010
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Mackenzie's Birth Story
Honestly and truly, if you were to ask me how long my labor was with this birth, I would tell you, "About 2 weeks." I wasn't really in labor that whole time, but that is about how long it felt like my body was trying to go into labor and feeling like everything was going to break loose when I would stand up or get out of the pool. She got very low and very heavy in my pelvic region and stayed there a good 2 weeks. I was hunting and hunting for a head and never could find it because she was so low.It became very difficult for me to walk at all. I would have to tell Sid to slow down when we'd go to the store. I simply could not keep up.I was also having several nights of no sleep. The contractions would start and the anticipation of another would keep me up all night. I was so anxious.A week before she was born, Sunday night to Monday morning, I had contractions all night long. At about 4:30 I got up and came into the living room to sit up and I watched the recorded episodes of Next Food Network Star and Cupcake Wars. I had contractions the whole time. They did not hurt. I was relaxing through them. But truly, they were not painful. They were consistent.Sid got up at 6:30 to go to work and asked me what I was doing. I told him I was having contractions and he waited a while, but went to work. I was very angry. I wasn't going to ask him to stay home, but I was convinced I was in labor. I was angry that he didn't believe me. In my frustration, I went outside and walked up and down our driveway for 30 minutes. I walked through contractions. I was so mad. I didn't care.I came inside and was very tired, so I went to bed. And, I stayed in bed all day... "in labor". The thing about it was that I knew that when my labor started that it would only be 3 hours until the baby arrived. This, I knew. However, the baby hadn't been here for very many 3 hour time periods.That should have been my first clue.Sid comes home at lunch and eats with me in the bedroom. No dice. No baby. I try to get some sleep and he instructs the kids on what and how to do for the afternoon. I had no problems from the kids. They were well behaved.When he gets home that night, I'm finally ready for him to do the husband part of the Bradley method. The cool rag on my forehead. The gentle massage on my back. The words of comfort and encouragement.I asked him to get me a washrag and he gets it and holds it out for me to take. I lose it. I compose myself and ask him to please wipe my forehead and face with it. He does so.At one point, I look at him and his face is that of non-belief. I finally said, "You don't think I'm in labor, do you?"He says, "No."I feel everything stop. I don't know why but I was keeping myself "in labor" with my anxiety. The contractions were not hard. They were not regular. They were just present. Everything else was in coincidence with thinking I was in labor. But, truly admitting to myself that I was not was very hard, but I knew I wasn't. It wasn't time... and I had to stop trying to make it happen.I was angry, so I think I asked Sid to please get me out of the house. I felt so much better after I composed myself and got okay with the baby coming when it was truly time.I had another week to go and another sleepless night... but no more of that intensity and anxiety.I have to say that the hardest part for me was going to church and still being pregnant. I did not want to talk about how I was doing or when the baby was coming. I had originally estimated my due date as July 14, so I knew that the questions wouldn't be that bad. But, I also knew that some of the women had picked up what was truly going on. I just didn't want it to be common knowledge in case I was wrong about the baby coming sooner than I originally calculated. How humiliating!!That Sunday, Sid finally told me, "I think that it's safe enough for you to have the baby." He had been telling me that it would probably be okay if I went into labor, but he had been thinking it was probably a little too soon. Sunday, Father's Day, he told me he thought it would be okay. I felt relieved to hear him say that... knowing we were finally on the same page.Monday, I was having contractions again, but they were a little harder. I figured that it was just my body doing what it had been doing for 2 weeks. My "any minute now" feelings were on alert, but I was trying to distract myself so I wouldn't be frustrated again to wake up the next morning pregnant. That evening, I was still having them every so often and I looked at Sid and said, "these are hurting". I think I had done that a couple times and we talked about him reading "the book". "The book" is a Bradley method book (not by Dr. Bradley) that my friend Laura had loaned me. I had devoured it and read some to Sid, but there were sections in the book "to the coach" that were specifically for him and I had marked them with post-its so he could go right to them. He had not yet read them, though, and I admit that was stressing me out a bit about going into labor. I wanted him to know his part. So, I finally said to him, "will you please read that because it is stressing me out?" He got up and went to go read. You should know that this is a big deal because the man hates to read. It's one of the reasons he fought the call to preach. He doesn't like to read. So, he went to read... for me.I had a few more contractions. Sid read his stuff. And, we all went to bed. For about a month, I was getting up at least once a night about 4am to go potty. So, it was no big thing that I woke up at 2:30am to do that... but then again at 3:30am... and then again at 4:30am. Part of the reason I kept waking up was because I was having contractions in my sleep. The ones at 4:30am were keeping me awake. I was relaxing through them, but they were intense and getting harder. I was hopeful, but trying to keep my head about it. I was not about to repeat the previous Monday again.I was kind of trying to nudge Sid to get him to realize I was awake... but he was out. It wasn't a big deal.However, at 5:30am, I had a contraction and then my water broke. When my water broke, I moaned out loud. It hurt! Sid woke up and I said, "My water broke." It was on.
He got up and moved Tucker to his bed. I got up to go make sure it indeed was my water that had broken. Then, Sid prepared a place for me to lay on the bed to protect it. I think I laid down through one contraction and I was up again. I was not comfortable laying down and Sid was prepared to do the relaxation stage for a while. He kept trying to get me to lay down. We also realized that it would be easier if he moved all that stuff to his side of the bed so I wouldn't have to walk all the way around the room to get to the bathroom. His side was closer.I was up and moving around. I think I was draping over onto the bed, the balance ball, and even sitting on the birth stool through it all. The contractions hit hard and fast. I was doing good through most of them with Sid rubbing my back throughout and his reminders to breathe and relax were very helpful. We didn't have that information last time and I think it actually prolonged the labor, to be honest.I think Sid finally called his boss at 6:30 to let him know what was going on and he even called a co-worker to clue him in... he also is a church member, so I think the news chain started there. I'm not really sure. I tried to text my Mom at that time and I think I had to pause for 2 contractions before I finally got it sent. But, I sent it, "It's baby time." No response.At about 7:30am, Tucker woke up and I think Sid set him up in the living room with the Wii to watch Pink Panther on the Netflix disc. Tucker loves Pink Panther, so he was a happy camper to not have to share with anyone. The girls were up not too long after that and I think they got their own breakfast and were instructed to be nice about the Wii and sharing shows with Tucker. They were pretty much told, "do what you want, just don't come in here."Sid asked me if I wanted him to call Leah and I said, "I don't know." I wanted the kids around immediately after the birth, but to be honest, I didn't want anyone else there. I wasn't comfortable at that point with anyone but us. So, we decided to just wait and see.In my head, I knew the baby would be here very soon so there was no point in calling anyone. I was watching the clock like a hawk. THREE HOURS. It was 5:30 when it started and I was counting the hours. "Surely, she'll be here by 8:30am." Do not ask me how I thought I knew this. There is no way I could explain it to you except that I JUST KNEW.So, I finally decided I was tired of sitting up and I wanted to go lay down. I laid down and the next contraction hit. Sid was there... but I could not lay down. I jumped up in the midst of that pain and draped over the bed. I do not know how I did that.. but laying down was too painful. Nothing felt good. I got calmed down from that one and Sid fussed at me... and then I decided I was hot, so I took my nightgown off. I was sweating all over myself and that thing stunk and it was making me hotter.This is the part where you get to laugh at me. I went on and on to Sid about that Bradley book and why they thought it was necessary to picture and photograph all of the women in that book with no clothes on. No one was clothed for anything. It annoyed me. So, I think I said at one point after the next contraction, "why am I naked?" I didn't even do anything about it. I had a clean shirt very handy that I thought about grabbing a few times, but I never actually did. So, I ate my own words. Sometimes, women in labor just need to be naked... I guess...?? Please forgive me if I've created a visual you cannot delete.I laid draped over the balance ball for a few contractions and we had to make the kids go away a few times. At this point, I was stressed out about the kids hearing me. I was losing it and getting panicky through my contractions and doing the high-pitched squealing instead of the low relaxing moaning. I kept having pains that radiated around to my back and those would distract me from properly relaxing through contractions. Sid would have to remind me and I just had to talk through the pain. I couldn't hold in my feelings or thoughts. At one point, I said, "I CAN push this baby out!!" to get me through the contraction. It wasn't even a pushing contraction. It was just an affirmation that I could and would do it.Sid was also checking me about every other contraction. Now, I'm not talking about checking for dilation or effacement. He would say, "I can tell you're progressing" and that would help me feel like I was actually doing something instead of just paining through. He told me when she crowned that all he could see was a lot of hair.Finally, I could tell that it was pushing time and so I would try to push. I was sitting on the birthstool and trying to push off of it and I did that a few times. Sid said the next time, "you're supposed to pull on the handles, not push"... so I tried that through the next one. I don't really know or remember if it made a difference but I did it that way from then out. I hit a point where I couldn't stand the stool anymore and I draped over the bed. But, Sid said, "you're not in the right position for the baby to come out like that"... meaning that my belly was actually angled backwards from how it needed to be moving. I said, "But this feels good." He said, "Then hang over the ball". So, I did that for a while. Finally, I had a contraction and I said, "It's coming!!!!!!!" He said, "I can't catch like this, you're gonna have to sit up." I said, "I can't move!"He grabbed my arm and pulled me back and I was on my knees and I pushed the baby on out. I kept saying, "Ohhh!! I had a baby!!" over and over. I was just so glad to have that over and done with... it was hard and fast. He caught the baby and the cord was wrapped all around and he was trying to get the baby wiped off and untangled and I finally looked and said, "It's a girl!" My tone when I said that was like, "you dirtbag, you were right!" I really was waiting for the emotion of disappointment or upset because I really thought the baby was a boy. But, there was nothing of the sort. AT ALL.I remember looking at her laying there as Sid was wiping her off and thinking, "this is a six or seven pound baby". She did not look big to me at all. She looked like a smaller baby. So, you can imagine my surprise when she turned out to be the biggest of them all!Also, I really think that with the little twinges of pain I was having in my back that she wasn't quite turned all the way face down to come out... and when I got up to lay over the bed she turned. I remember that contraction was particularly painful as if a big movement had taken place. It also would explain the cord being wrapped around her like it was. I don't think it was around her neck... she just came out all tangled up in it.
There also was meconium in the fluids. Sid and I both thought about it and realized that it must have come out in the rush after she delivered. We didn't see any of it until after the fact. She didn't have it on her anywhere except for the tiny little spot where it comes out. But, I was worried for a while until we truly thought it through. She also was/is having no breathing problems which cleared up our suspicion that she must have eliminated in the excitement of delivery (or possibly when she turned).We got her all wiped off as best we could. She had a lot of hair and it was hard to get that all cleaned up. I think that was actually an ongoing process of the day because it just didn't want to come clean. I tried to get up and around as best I could holding her and the cord was still attached. We were waiting for the rest to deliver, but it was taking too long (again) and the cord had turned white. For the cord to be so long to be wrapped around her, it was hard to maneuver so I could nurse her to make my body work to eject the rest. So, we clamped and cut and I sat on the birth stool with a bowl underneath to wait for that while I called my Mom. I texted her shortly after she delivered to say, "The baby is here" and got no answer, so I knew she wasn't getting her texts for some reason. I had to call. She said, "what are you doing?" I said, "Holding my baby." She said, "What?!" We talked for a while and the placenta fell out and so I had to hang up to finish cleaning me and the baby up.I told Sid, "I'm tired, I think I’m just gonna rinse off" and he said, "no, that was a pretty sweaty operation, take a shower". He told me later that he knew people would be coming by and I would be self-conscious, so a shower was my best bet. He was right, duh. But, I'd just had a baby and wasn't thinking clearly.I laid down with the baby and we snoozed for a while. Sid took the kids to town to get stuff for the baby, of course. I can't remember what all he had to get but it was quite a list and he came back with all kinds of other stuff.I cannot get over how good I felt. I felt amazing. It was hard for me to walk, still, but I didn't tear or anything, so I was sitting ok and the baby took to nursing so well that I felt so relieved.I am truly thankful for a myriad of things that went my way with this birth and even in the midst of babying yourself when you think you can do more, I really am taking it easy and slow. I can tell when I've done too much but I don’t drag or crash from it. I just try to remember to take it easy and realize that I did have a baby and have a long way to go in the healing process. Three weeks into it, I'm still having to keep this in mind.
Written: July 16, 2010
Actual birth date: June 22, 2010
Tuesday, 30 December 2008
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Horton Hears a Who (Widescreen and Full-Screen Single-Disc Edition)
By Jim Carrey, Steve Carell
see relatedLong Journey Ended
Two years and nearly 2 months ago, I embarked on a journey that turned out to be a lot rougher in the beginning, a lot longer in the ending, and a lot more hard to end.
When Tucker was born, I had no qualms about breastfeeding him. I figured I had done this twice before (at length) and this would be no different. I was in for a rude awakening.
The first time I nursed him, I remembered I was laying down. And, I was tired. And, I wasn't really interested in seeing he had a good latch, taken he was a few minutes old and probably tired, as well. So, it was more of a comfort thing for him at that point, I believed.
I wish I had taken more interest in that first latch on. I really and truly believe that it would have been a lot easier in the frequent subsequent nursings that would take place.
That being said, I was in for 6+weeks of feeling like a washboard every time my son would latch on. He would cry to eat and my entire being would tense up in fear of imminent pain. We're talking crocodile tears, here, folks.
The biggest part of this ordeal was this: I felt like a failure. I felt like a failure at something that was supposed to be easy. At something I had done before. At something I had extensive knowledge of. At something I figured every woman should be able to overcome.
Sid told me a few nights ago that he was at the point of making me stop and buy formula. He would say to me, "You can stop if you want to." And, I would tear up and say, "I can't! I know too much about it!" My post-partum and breastfeedingly educated brain would not let me not nurse my child. I couldn't do it. It wasn't happening.
Finally, I had to sit down with my books and I said this, "Ok. I have never nursed a baby before. What do I do?" And, I read the book. That whole "funny" bit from So That's What They're For by Janet Tamaro. Insert Breast A into Mouth B. Seriously. I had to go down the whole list of checkpoints when I'd latch him on. And, I don't know what it was exactly, but we got over the hump, my sores healed, and we were good to go. FINALLY!
So, year one came and went and I was told I would have to wean at 18 months about a month before I would need to wean. Tucker wasn't having any of this "weaning business"
and he pitched fits. And, we caved. Everytime.
Breastfeeding was not something he has ever been interested in giving up. Ever. He is very devoted to his source(s) of nourishment. Committed. ATTACHED.
Year Two was coming up and I was told, "You. have. to. wean. him." I did not want this child to throw a fit and make me feel like the worst mother in the world on his 2nd birthday. But, I was ready to do it. Sid said and it really was time. I was prepped for a long night of crying. I was prepped to get it over with. I was nearly ready.
And, Sid being the Mr. Steady that his is said, "You have to wean him soon, but go ahead and taper him off." And, that's what this last (nearly) 2 months has been.
It's finally down to "wean him this week". And, I've had two nights of no nursing at all. Let me tell ya, it's been hard.
I'm ready to have that part of my body back, for myself. I'm ready to no longer be the size I am. I'm ready for some reduction from shrinkage of ducts.
But, it's so hard to give up something you've done for 2+ years. To just have it taken away.
It's been easier than I thought it would be, so far. He'll come up to me and nuzzle like he wants to nurse and it's like he remembers, "Oh, can't do that" and he'll be on his way or he'll readjust so we can still cuddle.
I don't have anything to base this following statement on other than my three children, but I believe that breastfed babies are the snuggliest. Maybe not. But, I think they are. They smell better, too.
Anyway, Tucker will let me snuggle him at night and he'll drink his cup of water while he is waiting to be put to bed. He'll go to bed just fine and go to sleep. He won't crawl up with me and nurse when I'm not looking asleep. He stays in his bed until morning when he'll crawl in bed with us and waller all over the place and I finally put him back in his bed, but he doesn't ask to nurse. And, he gets up early because of that and asks for cereal.
Things are going good. But, I'm really going to look fondly on my memories of nursing Tucker. It's been a long journey. It's been hard. It's been long. It's been hard. But, it has been a very rewarding experience. And, I'm thankful I was indulged for this one.
The end.
Tuesday, 22 July 2008
Friday, 09 May 2008
Tuesday, 29 April 2008
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Cloth Diapering on Vacation
It was my intent to exclusively cloth diaper on vacation. I did not. However, I did not exclusively use disposables, either.
I had only six pocket diapers and I'm still not comfortable enough with wool (nor did all my cute little outfits allot for wool)...
We started out on the trip with a BumGenius. And, if I knew I wanted him to wear it for a while, I'd stuff it with an Indian Prefold. But, most of the time, I just used the BG inserts.
In the hotel, our shower head was not detachable, nor was the water pressure very strong. I'm a diaper sprayer, so I wasn't too wild about this.
Also, it took me forever to find the laundry facilities and I couldn't stomach the idea of putting his little diapers in those "nasty" machines. It was only for 2.5 days and then we'd be at Mom's so when I was in the room for a while, we used IPFs and wool. When I was out and about, he had on BG and I had 'sposies in the diaper bag, just in case.
I was fortunate enough to only have one poopy cloth diaper and that was on the last day. I had to do a toilet shake and I was glad it was the only one. (except for at Mom's where she also had poor water pressure for spraying the diaper)... He managed to poop in the 'sposies, every time.

When his BGs were wet, I'd double rinse and wring with a hotel handtowel and let them air dry (which didn't take long at all). I'd smell them before using (we're talking nose in the diaper) and they smelled fine, so we reused.
I really brought way too many diapers, but I'm glad I brought too many than not-enough.
I didn't even have to buy more disposables. I had some left over when I last bought diapers on March 19. (I found the receipt the other day.)When I got to Mom's I was able to wash all the dirty diapers and I was good-to-go until we got home.

So, I have to say that after only a month of cloth diapering, my first time away from home was pretty successful!
To quote London Tipton, "Yay me!"
Thursday, 17 April 2008
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How To Recycle A Gerber Prefold: Part 2
I took some old hand towels and ripped the seams out of the ends and then ironed them flat.
Then, cut them into fourths. And, that makes our 'soaker'.
I also washed and dried all the disassembled diapers so they would fray and shrink up (if they will) and then ironed them and folded them completely in half. This is opposite to how they were originally folded.
So, here we have our diaper flat and towel insert.
I laid the towel down the middle of the diaper and then stitched it to one side.
I tried just folding the diaper down over the towel insert and it moves, so I want it to stay put.
Towel is stitched in place and we fold the diaper back in half like we want it.
Then, I stitched around all four sides. I did not turn under any seams or anything. I'm leaving frayed edges and all. I may, in the future, put bias tape around the outer edges, should the fraying get too bad, but for now, I'll leave it as is.
All done!
Basically, I put something I believe to be more absorbent in the middle and I made the diaper just a bit bigger.
Tip: Use a ball point tipped needle for sewing this type of fabric. It snags really easy. And, I think my ball point was a tad too small, because it still snagged, but not half as much as it was before I switched to a ball point.
Tucker is sleeping, so no diaper pic for this one.
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How To Recycle A Wool Sweater: Part 2
Make your own recycled wool longies from a sweater
Remember the sweater? We left the top.
I cut the arms off and I made wool longies. (diaper cover/clothes)
Cut along the inside seam of the sleeve to reach desired length. You have to measure your child's rise and measure accordingly on the sleeves making sure to leave room for an elastic casing (...something I seem to forget EVERYTIME).
I used a pair of roomy sweats, and obviously, I didn't leave enough room for an elastic casing. But, either use measure tape to measure your child or match it up to a pair of pants that fit to your satisfaction.
I used this for extra material for the elastic casing. It's basically scraps at this point.

This is how I pinned the sleeves together to make the pants.
Pinned together, you can see the pants, now.
Made a casing (forgot to take pictures of it. You just want something wide enough to hold your elastic.
Pinned to the waist.
Make your own recycled wool shorties from a sweater
This was the rest of the turtleneck, I just cut it in half.
I pinned the uncut half of the turtleneck to these shorties.
They look the same as the navy blue shorties I posted in the first part.
I made these shorties without taking pix, so this site explains roughly how I made them. I actually pieced two pieces from a sweater to make the big triangle. http://www.borntolove.com/frugal-column2.html
Stitched that and then pinned the two pieces to the leg holes after stitching them along where they were cut.
Make your own recycled wool wetbag
I bought this J Crew sweatervest and didn't really know what I wanted to do with it. I like the colors and so I just got it. Besides, it was $1.55.
So, this is a thicker sweater, and I've been reading that you should use the thicker sweaters for wetbags. So, that's what we're doing with this.
I cut just under the arms where the sweater stops being the same length across.
And, just for kicks, I cut off the ribbing from the armholes and neck. That ribbing is excellent for waistbands and legholes, alike.
All gone, and for kicks, I took off the seam connecting the front to the back.
I cut the sides and top off the back piece to make it straight-edged all around. Just for kicks (it's easier to work with, that way)... and the scrappage was in minute amounts.
Ok, so what I did with the big piece I cut off was to turn it inside out, stitch along the orange edge. Turned it inside out and then folded it in half and stitched around three sides.
This created a three-pocket bag.
Now, all it needs is some shoestrings for a drawstring.
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Indian Prefolds
I broke Sid down and he let me buy some Indian Prefolds from Little-Lions.com. I got unbleached Premiums. I think I may could get some toddler-sized, but I may wait a few weeks and see how I'm really liking these... and how the EC goes.
This is what it looked like new.
One-washing... it was a rinse, wash cycle, dry.
You can see how it quilted up after the first washing. They say to do 5-10 washes... and I count my washes as sufficient.
I should have marked ONE diaper and only pictured it in the measurements, because the last picture diaper doesn't seem to have quilted much, but I assure you, the pictures are in order.
I really love these diapers and I'm so glad to finally have more than 2 really good prefolds. I want to shred the cheap ones... but I'm recycling my Gerbers.
So, there you have it, Indian Prefolds. If I can make it work, I'll do a thickness comparison of an IPF vs. a GPF.

Monday, 14 April 2008
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Elimination Communication / Potty Learning
I plan on posting a part 2 for my 2 latest posts... just wanted to keep you updated that there's more to be done with those 2 items.
But, this isn't about that. This is about EC= Elimination Communication.
I have toyed with this idea for a while and I could have started from birth with Tucker. I let questions and lack of knowledge hold me back. I was over-complicating it. It isn't complex at all... I don't think.
But, I want Tucker potty trained soon. And, I realize he is only 17 months old, but the less poop I have to deal with, the better my life is.
So, the switch to cloth diapers was a half-step backward, in that I have to deal with poop more when cloth diapering. More poop is ok with me, though, as long as I am no longer exposing his sensitive parts to toxins that are in disposable diapers. And, there are toxins in there.
So, cloth diapering means that I have to clean poop off the diapers because he is no longer exclusively breastfed and I don't want that stuff lingering in my washer. I spray it off with my high pressure shower head and it goes down the bathtub drain. And, I do a hot water rinse in the tub and spray with peroxide for sterilizing... and what have you.
Cloth diapering also means it is more uncomfortable to sit in your own soil. Who wants that, anyway? I can tell when he's wet/poopy right away and we deal with it right away to get him used to always being dry.
He has gotten to the point that he pees during a diaper change. And, we've progressed to automatically sitting on the potty after a change. So, he has peed in the potty a time or two.
To take that up a notch, I have a foldable potty seat that sits on the actual toilet. Like I said, the less I have to deal with, the better. So, that means no potty chair, please. It took me a few times to get him used to sitting up there and how I did was start him sitting on the lid with his diaper on while I was rinsing poop in the tub. And then, I would sit him on the foldable seat in his diaper with the lid up, and then no diaper and directly over the hole. Then, I wouldn't even know if he was using it, but he was sitting there and not crying... so he could relax, eventually.
Now, we take him to the potty after changes. And, by "we" I mean "me" because Sid no longer changes diapers. I think he likes it that way and I'm fine with it, also. But, I do want him knowing how to use the Bum Genius for when I'm not around. The Bum Genius is the closest thing to 'sposies because they work very similar in operation. The difference is, you wash the Bum Genius. But, all Sid has to do is stick it in the wool wetbag and he's good to go. I do the washing.

So, he pees on the potty and he went a full day Saturday of no poopies. Which, had me worried, but that was fine, because during one of his pee-pee times on the toilet yesteday, he emptied out and we really praised him and told him what he was doing. Names with actions is very important.
I actually think this is potty learning? I'm not sure. There are many different terms for potty using vs. diapers when baby is not fully potty trained.
I want to say that I don't feel that "I'm being trained" more than Tucker is. He knows what pee-pee is and can do it when I say it. I can tell even if he doesn't have to go, he is grunting and doing the 'action'. Also, I don't think I'm being trained anymore so than I am trained to respond to a cry for food or pain or anything else. Plus, Tucker is now old enough that he can actually talk some. So, he isn't always crying for what he wants. He points and feels his diaper when he pees in it.
And, this is not something we punish for or get upset over. We are simply putting (hopefully soon) the majority of bodily waste where it needs to go. Which is, not in his diaper. There are far less diaper changes for me and that's less laundry. LOL And, less money I'm throwing down the drain on disposable diapers that I'm never going to see again and hopefully we waste even less money on pull-ups. Those things are more expensive than diapers, but they essentially serve the same purpose.
So, hopefully, no more 'sposies at all and less work for me.
And, with what I'm learning on Tucker, I can hopefully take it and apply to any and all future babies from birth. Yay!!
Wednesday, 09 April 2008
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How To Recycle A Gerber Prefold
Wow, I'm feeling very 'green' with all this recycling business!
Tucker woke up this morning and I had diapers in the washer that I put in before bed last night. So, that meant we were to the low end of my diaper stash. That means cheap prefolds. Cheap prefold are cheap because they don't cost very much and because they are cheaply made. They have no absorbency.
Case in point: I put a cheap prefold on Tucker. He immediately peed (...and you think I'm crazy for doing Elimination Communication). It went straight through his diaper and landed on the carpet. And, this is not a small amount of pee...
I am so very tired of cheap diapers. I have had it! ... and I've been thinking about what I'd do with all the Gerber Prefolds I tie-dyed last year. Because, I used RIT dye which apparently is not good for babies skin... who knew? (I didn't)
So, I figured Goodwill, throw them away, something like that...
Then, I was reading on Diaper Swappers about preflats from someone and I made preflats (those were the t-shirt diapers I took pix of on my other blog). And, I figured, "OH! The material is still good, it's just the yucky insert! I can make preflats out of the Gerber prefolds... just take the yuck out! OOh!!"
So, here is pic one. I took a picture of the diaper.
Then, this shows you where I started to rip the seam out.
And, it took a really long time to rip out all the seams and the serging. No way am I gonna do that on all __ diapers. One was enough hassle.
So, here we go again!
Rotary cut the serging off...
See how many I had done at that point of picture taking?
Here's what I did after the cutting... I grabbed the middle like this
And I just RIPPED the seam all the way down. It looked like this after I got it all turned inside out.
Then, I grabbed the other side like this
And, I just RIPPED all the way down again. It was so fun!! And, it looked like this
I ended up doing 13 and I'm saving the pretty blue ones for continued use of diaper rags (spit up catchers) until I decide if I like them this way.
You know, it's like I told my Mom... I know when I'm thinking about the MOST absorbent thing in the whole world to place in the middle of a diaper so it won't leak... I automatically go to plastic fibers. Yeah, I knew you did too. Nice thinking, Gerber. Really lucrative... for you.
So, that's how to recycle a Gerber prefold.
Oh, the prefold thing? I think I'm just gonna double those up with a flat diaper (like Birdseye or bamboo) and fold them in half for a diaper for my toddler son, who is a heavy wetter. I might take a picture of it when he wakes up.
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