Monday, April 30, 2012

Time for a change


My eldest sister had her children a generation before my boy was born (those two are 19 and 21 now, but they're still babies to me), and she chose to use cloth nappies. Back then, this meant doing it the old school way – folding white cotton squares origami style until they formed a padded, triangular shape that could be safety pinned into place and covered with a plastic wrap for longevity. I was nine when my nephew was born and supposed that she spent a lot of time elbow-deep in poo. She probably did, as I can't imagine those old nappies held much in. Thinking of the work involved in all the changes needed for a constantly wet and poopy newborn, I can see how the advent of disposable nappies must have felt like a godsend back in the 1950s when they came about.

Let's think of what else was popular in the 1950s. Plastic plates, cutlery and cups were being marketed as a convenient alternative to porcelain, to avoid having to do any washing up. Everything was becoming throw-away, as companies realised the selling potential behind women's lib movements. Mothers and housewives wanted to be free from the hassles of housework so they could go out and get jobs, travel and experience the world like their husbands did. Plastic was the answer. It was bright, cheap and modern.

The fact that the world could be becoming a little messy was not yet in the minds of the majority of the population. The Earth felt limitless and the impact human beings were having on it did not seem to be problematic. No one thought about whether products were biodegradable or recyclable, although by natural course recycling did happen – think of the old milk bottles.

So much has changed since then. Popular culture is filled with new words such as organic, free range and biodynamic. Plastic shopping bags are being phased out (albeit not as readily as they should be, if we compare New Zealand with the rest of the developed world, but that is another story) and people are re-learning the art of vegetable gardening, meaning less trips to the supermarket, meaning less packaging, less petrol, less waste.

This is all good stuff, and as the popularity of being green and humane increases (hopefully) the choices are likely to become less, to the point where plastic shopping bags are not offered, meat is no longer presented on styrofoam trays wrapped in plastic wrap, and everyone choses free range eggs and chicken, despite the price difference.

I have always hated waste of any sort. I get edgy when there is too much food in the fridge and I know it's not all going to get eaten. I can't stand huge boxes with not many chocolates in them (for more than just environmental reasons). I hate beauty products and toys encased in hard plastic display boxes that are so difficult to break into and completely unnecessary, except that they allow the product to be hung from a hook or displayed in a huge box in a store.

For this reason, I thought that, like my sister, who was perhaps an early re-adopter of the cloth nappy revival, I would use cloth nappies when I had a baby. I was pleasantly surprised when, after becoming pregnant with Zephyr, I visited a baby store and saw what had happened to cloth nappies since I was a child. They have become so easy to use! No safety pins, no folding, no plastic pants, barely any leakage (well...after the babies start solids anyway). The new cloth nappies are basically cloth versions of disposables, with velcro or dome fasteners, absorbent cotton or even bamboo liners, and cute colourful covers. They cost quite a bit to get into, but in comparison to buying disposables, they are still a huge saving.

So why then are not more people using them? When I look around at Zephyr's playgroup, I notice that at least 75% of the children are in disposables, some up to the age of 3. I try my best to understand when I see a child in disposable nappies, but I just can't get my head around the waste.

For one week when my son had a terrible nappy rash, I used disposables to help clear it up and watched the rubbish bin fill at a ridiculous rate. Our small family of three would barely use a plastic shopping bag of rubbish per week, to the point where we didn't own a wheelie bin (we lived in Queenstown at the time, where bins had to be purchased). We would surreptitiously sneak our bag into the neighbour's bin each Tuesday night - I guess we're still dirtbag students at heart. However, that week we had to purchase two council rubbish sacks from the supermarket. Our waste had at least quadrupled.

I'm sorry to anyone who has a good reason for using disposables, and I would love to hear what that reason is, but personally, I just couldn't do it. Disposable nappies take 500 years to break down in landfill. How many generations beyond those of our children, our grandchildren, our great-grandchildren, will have to live with the waste generated from your kids' faeces and urine because you didn't want to “deal” with poo or couldn't face doing extra laundry?

Perhaps that is harsh and some coaxing is required. If you're using disposables at the moment, go out and buy a washable nappy. You can get single ones in some stores, such as BabyCity. Buy a box of flushable liners, because they make things a lot less messy. Put it on your baby. This is what will happen: You change your baby's nappy, remove the liner, which will remove at least 80% of the waste (if not all of it), put it in the toilet, flush it. (Note that if the baby has not done any doodoos, it is possible with some brands, such as Real Nappies, to just remove the absorbent liner and replace that without replacing the outer, which means less washing). Put the dirty nappy in the washing machine. Wash it. Put it on the line or in the dryer if necessary. Ta-dah! Done! I have used washable nappies from the start and have barely ever had to soak them and have never scrubbed them. You don't need to use any special products to wash them. You don't need to deal with poo (although I suppose you become a bit more intimate with it than you do with disposables, where it can be wrapped up quickly and thrown away).

When Zephyr was a newborn, I did a load of nappies every day, as he would go through about eight in a 24-hour period. This was slightly taxing in the winter as we didn't have a dryer, but I had a drying rack set up right next to the washing machine. I would take them out, hang them over the rack and let them dry inside. Most brands of washables have been made to be fairly quick to dry. And let's face it – you're doing loads of laundry pretty much constantly with a baby, so what's another load? Now that he is a toddler, he goes through a lot less and I do a load of nappies on average every three days. I still don't bother with soaking or scrubbing.

My point is, it's really, really easy to use washable nappies. You put down at least $500 purchasing the nappies in the outset, but after that, they can be used again and again, and even saved for your child's brothers and sisters down the line. Liners are the only ongoing expense, but they are nothing in comparison to the constant purchase of stinky landfill fillers.

Another positive is the proven fact that a child in washable nappies will be easier to potty train than a child who is used to disposables. This is due to the fact that disposable nappies leave the child feeling unnaturally dry, even when they are wet. Being uncomfortable in wet pants is a very good impetus to use that potty.

A lot has changed since the 1950s. I think I can safely say that no one reading this is a regular user of plastic cutlery or plates in place of washable ones. Most of us are avid recyclers. Why then are we hanging on to disposable nappies? It's time for a change.

Zephyr in his nappy at age 4 months

Sunday, April 29, 2012

I'm back

Well, it's been almost a year, but I feel I am ready for a bit more venting. When I look at my previous posts, I almost shudder at the problems I was dealing with then. I feel that if only I could reach back into the past and tell that woman to chill, that it will all pass, and - yes - to trust her instincts, it would have been easier for her to enjoy Zephyr as a difficult youngster. And he was a hard baby to deal with.

He is now a very different boy. At fourteen months, he is now definitely a boy, a toddler and not a baby. Everywhere he goes, which is everywhere he can go, he goes at top speed, on two feet now. He is becoming a parrot, imitating our speech and gestures and learning to say a few words. Pointed fingers indicate he wants his 'atta' (water) or would like to go 'ouside', fingers are pulled back from his snacks when they are too 'ot', hands are thrust into the air when he wants 'up'. There is such a sense of pride watching him learn, I had no idea.

Many times over the past year and a bit I have had the realisation that while having a baby has its moments of drudgery and tears, I have also never smiled or laughed so much. Our little boy is hilarious and fills us with so much joy, it's kind of ridiculous.

Anyway, enough cheese, this post is just to say I am back to blogging and I hope you will follow me through the next year with Zephyr. I have given the blog a bit of a remodel too.

To follow, a potentially controversial post about disposable and cloth nappies. Enjoy.

"Was dat?"