Over the weekend my mom hosted her annual 4th-of-July-fireworks-party-spectacular. As part of the festivities my mom set up one of those kiddie swimming pools. Now, Toddler is not yet potty-trained, and being the organized, prepared woman I am, I brought exactly ZERO swim diapers.
“Whatever,” I thought. “I’ll keep her in a regular diaper with her swimsuit on. She’ll just have a little extra junk-in-the-trunk.”
So into the pool she went. She splashed, she laughed, it was a wonderful family summer experience. And sure enough, her water-logged bottom swelled about 5 times its normal size.
After she had enough, I took her inside to dry her off, only to find her COVERED in small beads of silicone gel.
The diaper exploded.
“What did you THINK would happen?!” exclaimed Husband when I told him of this predicament.
“I DON’T KNOW?!” I cried. “We’ve accidentally laundered disposable diapers before, and they never exploded! They just get really, REALLY, heavy!”
We hosed Toddler off, and sent her back outside to play in her swimsuit sans diaper. She didn’t realize anything was amiss, although I’m pretty sure she peed on her grandfather’s lap.
The next day my sister came over with her kids, and being a responsible parent, she DID bring swim diapers. Which I scoffed at.
“Whatever. I’ll let my baby run wild and free,” I thought. Husband, on the other hand, felt differently. So we put her in the swim diaper, which turned out to be the right call. If we hadn’t, the pool would’ve had to be evacuated due to a turd and my poor parenting choices.
Lesson learned: There is a reason they make special diapers for the pool. This is not a difficult concept, unless you're me. I like to learn things the hard way.
P.S.: Also, I’m THIS CLOSE to using cloth diapers should I ever have another infant. The only problem with that is I’m chronically behind on my laundry, and don’t see myself as catching up any time soon. And while the obvious solution is to use a diaper cleaning service, in my neck of the woods that would cost more than disposable diapers, because they require you to "rent" fresh diapers of their choice each week. In addition, which "yuk" factor is worse: laundering dirty diapers myself, or covering my baby's butt with diapers that (although they were cleaned) once resided on another baby's butt? I await your learned, professional opinions with interest.
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