I was pregnant and reading everything I could get my hands on. That kind of reading you do when you’re searching for something, but don’t know what. Blogs, articles, advocates of this, naysayers of that. During this time of intense research about nothing in particular, but everything ‘baby,’ I somehow came across an interview with Lauren Singer of Trash is for Tossers in NY News & Politics that left me feeling inspired and uneasy all at once.
Lauren Singer has made it her mission to create no waste. All of her trash from two years fit inside a Mason jar. Here at my house, we had just paid for another 10 yard dumpster to take away the ‘trash’ from remodeling. Lauren writes on her blog, about a professor encouraging her to live her values, which tugged right at the guilt I was beginning to have about always practicing what I preach and leading by example… to this baby growing in my belly. I knew the Mason jar was out of reach… but what wasn’t?
Some of the Google searches that followed, pointed me toward cloth diapering. I read that every baby who wears disposable diapers produces 2000lbs. of garbage in two years.
I didn’t know anyone who had cloth diapered their kids except my nana, who did it in the 50s, and thought my doing it in 2015 was nuts. I suddenly felt very strongly that for me- disposables shouldn’t be the default choice in diapering. I wouldn’t beat myself up over it if I needed to use them, but I should at least have a reason to use them. I needed to talk to someone who wouldn’t just dismiss my thinking as crazy- someone who had done it herself.. recently.
Enter Bellani Maternity in Warwick, RI, a cute maternity shop selling a little bit of everything and offering all kinds of classes and workshops. I found a cloth diapering workshop on their website and signed up. Finally, I would be able to ask questions to someone who actually knew the answers, or at the very least- had actual experience with cloth diapers.
The best part of the workshop was that everyone there was at least considering cloth diapering. I took copious notes (that are still on my iPhone). The woman who facilitated the class had used cloth on both of her two children and was preparing to do it all over again with her third. This was doable. I left that workshop armed with notes, a place to return with questions and the name of a Facebook group that would also be a great resource.