If motherhood has taught me anything it is that there is no such thing as a perfect parent. I’ve come to learn that in order to make it through the not-so-pleasant parenting moments that sometimes you just have to laugh at yourself. Take a moment to remember that your little ones will only be little for so long and that one day you’ll be laughing just thinking about the memories of them growing up.
I’m here to prove to all you other mamas out there that all parents have at least one moment where they feel like a failure. For me, it’s so many moments all rolled together that I was able to make this weekly feature out of my experiences. For you, it lets you know you’re not alone in this. 😉
Cloth diapering a newborn is new for me. We’re at this awkward stage now that she is 2 1/2 months where she is too big for our newborn diapers yet not quite big enough for our one size diapers since most of them are thicker fitteds. I recently purchased a snappi and thought I would use it with our prefolds, only to realize Kaliah is already too big to use the prefolds in the conventional way. I have one flat diaper–I’m not even sure where it came from. I decided today that I was going to try folding it and using the snappi since I was down to only one or two prefold left to use with the covers.
I have to say, I was pretty proud of myself because the final product looked like it was not only comfortable but that it would stay together. After a little tummy time on the floor, I began nursing her. I noticed she was a little gassy and she even pooped while still nursing. I held my hand over her bum and I was so extremely proud of myself for getting the diaper folded in a way that it was not just absorbing right through. I was beaming a little on the inside.
She fell asleep nursing and I placed her in the little bouncer on the floor and went outside to brag about my flat folding skills to my hubby while he was packing up our store‘s orders. Once I finished my little moment he finally took a second to look up and respond. Instead he just laughed at me. A little annoyed because I was thinking that he was just laughing that I was so excited over something so dumb, I started to walk away before he asked what I ad spilled all over my dress. I looked down and found a horrible, mustard-y looking mess all over on one side.
I went inside to look at the baby, snoozing away in her bouncer and funny enough, there was NO poop on her. What the hell?? I changed her diaper, a little hesitant because I didn’t want to wake her but I was a little confused as to how I could be covered and her not show any signs of a dirty diaper. After thinking about it, when I was nursing her, I had turned her little body so that her tummy was against mine. Since flats don’t have elastic around the legs, I essentially set her up to poop all over me.
I know I can’t be alone.