I’ve always used Pampers diapers and wipes. Well, that’s not […]
I’ve always used Pampers diapers and wipes. Well, that’s not entirely true. There was a brief time when Baby No. 2 was a newborn that I tried Huggies for a while because he was having so. many. blowouts. But it turns out that there just weren’t diapers that could contain his poop. Glamorous, I know. He’s 4 now and would probably like nothing more than to hear about how his poops used to project out of his diapers, usually traveling as far north as his earlobes and as far south as his heels. The boy loves poop. Always has.
Anyway. Besides my brief stint with Huggies, we’ve always been true Pampers believers. Pampers Swaddlers when they’re bitty and then Pampers Cruisers until they’re potty trained. And Pampers sensitive wipes have always done the job. I like to use what I know works. And never switch.
Baby No. 4 had different plans, though. She was fine with the Pampers diapers—but the wipes. Yikes! Her tiny bum was not at all pleased. It was fiery red all the time, and she’d scream when we wiped her. Poor little thing! Her tiny hiney was just not happy. I switched to the dry wipes that you wet with water, and those cleared her up. But those aren’t very convenient for out-and-about (which, with three other kids, we are a lot). After several failed attempts to switch back, I had to come up with another plan to save my hippie baby’s tiny posterior!
Something to know about me is that I am against all things organic. I don’t care if you love everything organic. If you do, good for you! But you’re not going to change my mind, so don’t even bother trying. I am often found in the produce section at Costco explaining to my wailing children that we’re not buying apples today because Costco only has organic apples, and it will be a cold day in the devil’s house before I spend $20 on eight organic apples that will, undoubtedly, be completely rotten by the time we drive the 4 miles between Costco and our house. There’s literally nothing I despise more than organic fruit.
But anyway. My baby is clearly a hippie, and I was left to deal with that fact while I came up with a solution to save her bum.
My poor baby’s rear was on the line here, so I decided to swallow my pride and switch to an organic brand of diapers and wipes. No sooner did I wipe Baby No. 4’s bum with one of those wipes than the redness went away. And all has been well with her backside since!
So there you have it. My baby is a hippie, and she’s forcing me to buy her organic products.
But I don’t care what happens—I’m still not buying the organic apples.