Thursday, March 31, 2011

An Early Parenting Decision: Pampers Are Bad For My Baby's Butt.

Having spent a little over a year working as a teacher in the 1 & 2 year old room at a learning center before I moved away to be with my Soldier hubby, I quickly learned the ins and outs of every diaper imaginable. I learned which brands are bad for kids who have blow-outs every day, which brands leak, which brands get bulky and heavy when wet...and which brands are actually potentially dangerous for little tushies.

Back when I started, Pampers diapers, specifically the Cruisers, were the greatest disposable diapers ever. They never leaked, they never sagged unless they were peed in by an elephant, and for kids who blew out diapers regularly they held it all in pretty well (again, unless it was pooed in by an elephant...or a very regular two year old). Huggies for me came in second, being a pretty decent competitor, followed by Target Up & Ups, Luvs and generics. But really, Pampers diapers rocked.

Just when I thought so highly of Pampers, all of the sudden, I started noticing that the Pampers Cruisers had changed...probably back around Spring of 2010. They were thinner, almost see through, with less padding and a weird blue tint where "stuff" would land in the diaper. They were leaky and messy and I was quickly losing my faith in the ultimate disposable diaper.

Then, the diapers turned dangerous. Literally, dangerous. Pampers had changed the design of their Cruisers diaper to include this new "technology" called Dry Max, which was a chemical treatment (hence the blue tint I had seen) they put on the diaper to make it stay drier when wet. RED FLAG number 1 right there for me. Chemically treating a diaper?!? Really??? It just didn't seem right. Then a parent of one of my kiddo's mentioned that she had tried the new Pampers on her son only to discover that he was getting a nasty, aggressive diaper rash suddenly (and, knowing her kid, diaper rashes were beyond rare for him). She tried switching him to a different diaper and, low and behold, the rash went away.

I did a little research and came up with some interesting information at that point: tons of other parents were having the exact same problem with the new Pampers. This Dry Max chemical was giving babies rashes on their poor little tushies that, unless the parents had thought to change the diaper, were coming out of nowhere and getting pretty nasty. Essentially, these little guys were getting chemical reactions on their sensitive butts because of what Pampers was treating their diapers with. In fact, I saw it happen myself with a few of the other kids in my class. One of my kids had gotten a rash so quickly and so badly that we ended up suggesting to all parents in the school to stop using Pampers on their kids all together. Scary, right?

The worst part about it was, and still is, that Pampers denied having any problems with this diaper and that rashes happen to every kid. Aggravatingly enough, when parents posted on the Pampers website about it, Pampers deleted their comments and have continued to act as though nothing is wrong with putting chemicals on baby diapers. At that point, I quickly decided that when it came time to have a baby of my own, Pampers will be a 4 letter word in my household.

I stand by the fact that I will never use Pampers for any of my children, and encourage other parents to do the same. Whether it be switching to another brand or giving up disposable diapers all together, like several of my good friends have done, not using Pampers is going to be one of the best things you can do for your the little bottoms in your life. It is not in any way ok to put chemicals like that on on a diaper that is going to sit on such sensitive and gentle skin. Even worse, it's scary to think that a company so well known and respected would care so little about the product they are producing and it's awful effects on bare bottoms.

Confessions of a First Trimester Insomniac

Pretty much the minute I conceived this little punkin, the insomnia started. Like, pretty much the night I had my own "Look Who's Talking" opening scene (you know where the sperm freak out the poor little egg and then BAM! Things start happening), I stopped being able to sleep through the night. And boy does it suck.

It was literally my first pregnancy symptom, starting probably 2 weeks before the achy boobs and mood swings came along. Before I knew I was pregnant, I had just been chalking it up to stress - the stress of being in a new place, the stress of hunting for a job in a crappy market, the stress of just being a new wife in general. Yep, I was totally wrong. My insomnia is just another present from those special friends called pregnancy hormones. Isn't that nice of them?

Some speculate that as much as 78% of women experience insomnia in their first trimester. That's comforting to know, but how come I don't know any of these women?!? All you ever seem to hear about is how women just want lots of sleep and are so exhausted and end up getting 12 hours, rather than the normal 8 hours, each night. While the being overly-tired part is certainly true, I'd love to know where my 12 hours a night are! These days, I've gone from a sound sleeper to one who's up every couple of hours, sometimes finding myself wide awake at 4 AM with no hope of going back to sleep. I know, sounds like fun right?

Poor hubby, I must say. Because it's affected him too. My tossing and turning at night wishing I was asleep ends up waking him...but being the incredible guy that he is, I generally find myself having an arm wrapped around me, a hand rubbing my back, a kiss on my forehead, and when things are really bad a friend to cuddle on the couch with and watch bad AM television. I know, what a guy! Though I have to confess, he's gone now for 2 months to do some training and I hate to say sleep has come a tiny bit easier. I hate to say that. Hate it. Why? Because I love my husband so very much and I love having my best friend laying next to me every night. I love it....but...well, he kinda takes up a lot of room on the bed and he really is a snuggler which normally I'd love! But when I can't sleep and all I want to do is spread out and roll around and take up the bed, it's just so much easier that he's away. God, I know that probably makes me sound awful, doesn't it?

Luckily, supposedly, the insomnia will leave me (along with the nausea, total exhaustion, and boobs that scream if you look at them) sometime in the second trimester which is now less than 4 weeks away. And hopefully, when hubby return at the end of May, I'll enjoy snuggling with him again...and sleeping through the night.

Ahhh sleeping through the night.....

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

So I'm 8 Weeks Prego...And Apparently I'm Blogging....

For one reason or another I've decided to document my journey into mommy-hood, and eventually parenthood, via a blog. I guess I needed an outlet to talk about this whole ordeal, and apparently what better way than to share it with the world? I feel a little insane about it, for one because I hate criticism and have a fear of people having a weird or negative opinion of me and the things I do...but at the same time, those very people can kiss my you-know-what and stop reading. No one says you have to!

So here it is. My no-holds-bar (well, maybe a little) blog about this whole pregnancy (and eventually child rearing) thing. I'll try my best not to skeeve you out, though pregnancy thus far has made me feel like a science experiment, and hopefully you'll get a few chuckles along the way. Maybe some of you can relate, and great! I love it when that happens. If not, maybe you can at least be slightly entertained in reading my adventures. Heck, I entertain myself every day.

At this point I'm about 8 1/2 weeks prego, and if you didn't already pick up on it, this is my first baby. I have to say, this has been quite an interesting experience thus far. I peed on a stick almost a month ago now. Let me tell you...that was an experience in it's own. Who knew that a little stick with an extra pink line could freak you out so easily?!? I mean really, they could probably make those things all pretty with flowers and crap all over it and it would still be a more nervewrecking experience to watch for that little pink line than it would be to watch a Freddy Kruger movie in the middle of a thunderstorm while you're home alone. Ok maybe I'm exaggerating, but still, when you're not expecting it that line is quite shocking.

Once the shock of it all wore off (which it probably still hasn't totally), it was down to business. As an Army wife on the Tricare health plan, I had stuff to do. A blood test was the first step to starting my care. I needed to have a positive blood test in order to get an OB appointment on base. No biggie, though I do hate needles. Once the lady called me back with the results that I had already known, I was able to call and make my first appointment.

And thus began, officially, my journey into mommy-hood....