I’ve been in a relationship for almost five years now. At first, it was just an exclusive kind of thing… but then, for a short period of time, I actually had two to contend with. And let me tell you, when you’re going at it two at a time, sometimes, it’s overwhelming.
Of course that only lasted for a few months; the first outgrew it – or rather, I forced a full breakup. You see, we both needed our freedom.
So I was left with just one – back in my comfort zone, if you will. And now, after two and a half years, it looks like I’ll finally be done. I’ll finally be free.
Our home is about to become Pampers-less.
Truthfully? It’s mostly awesome, but also kind of bittersweet. No more diapers means that I officially no longer have babies in my household. Those tender moments – changing a diaper in the middle of the night before a feeding, gently applying cream to those oh-so-soft cheeks – will be replaced with hollers of “Come wipe my bum!” and “Look at this one, it takes up the whole toilet!”
And so with Reid’s potty training officially underway, I began reminiscing about my relationship with Pampers. Truthfully, in terms of products, it has likely been the most long-lasting, trusted relationship that I’ve had. From the very first hour of their lives, both Ryder and Reid’s sweet little bottoms were coddled with Swaddlers. Through the months that followed, I’ve believed in Pampers’ ability to keep their delicate skin soft and dry; to take them through the night with comfort; and to keep their business contained in the diapers… and off my very expensive leather sectional.
Will it feel strange to not see the familiar green Baby Dry box in the corner of Reid’s room?
Will I miss scanning the flyers for sales, clipping coupons and inputting Gifts to Grow Points?
I’ll never forget the first few moments of Ryder’s life. After enduring over 30 hours of labour and a natural childbirth (someone told me that us “au naturel” mamas have bragging rights for the rest of our lives) I was understandably exhausted. As my head rolled to the side of my hospital bed, I saw the most enduring thing – the nurse showing my husband how to properly diaper Ryder.
And I thought, “Phew. Maybe he can show me how to do it later.”
And I remember feeling a little bit vulnerable, because Ryder was swimming in his newborn diaper.
And I thought, “What have I done?”
Husband went on to be a champion diaper-changer, and I’m still convinced the nurse showed him a critical technique that allows him to consistently have the best time.
Next, my trip down memory lane took me to my Baby Sprinkle. It’s like a Baby Shower – but, on a smaller scale for a second or third child. Already having one boy, and with another on the way, I honestly and truly didn’t need anything for baby-to-be… other than diapers, of course. So my friends and family decided to host a sprinkle, and the rules were simple: No formalities, no registering and no gifts unless you want to bring a pack a Pampers.
And boy oh boy did I receive Pampers! I was well stocked for the entire first year of Reid’s life. It was a fun and thoughtful way to celebrate my second baby – because all babies are a celebration and moms-to-be should always be surrounded with love. If you know a lucky lady who is expecting another baby, I encourage you to throw her a sprinkle.
My last fond Pampers moment took place just months ago, when I travelled with the children for the first time aboard our Royal Caribbean cruise. Days before we departed, I called a few friends in a panic – how many diapers should I pack?? Eight days, with the potential for a funny-tummy at multiple stops – GAH! I literally ended up taking a whole box – in fact, one of our carry-on suitcases consisted mainly of diapers. Of course, Reid surprised me by being constipated for most of the trip… let’s just say I returned home with more than half the Pampers I’d packed. Sheesh.
And now… now, that’s all going to go away. My two little boys are becoming big kids; with each day they’re gaining independence and relying on Mommy a little bit less. Soon, they’ll wear boo-boos as a badge of honour and rebuke my attempts to kiss them better. They’ll give me “that look” when I hold out my hand and squirm when I go in for a hug. Soon, I’ll have to say goodbye to my diaper bag.
Then again, swapping Pampers for Prada is not necessarily a bad thing.
Do you have fond memories of your diaper days? What are some of your favourite moments?