Life With Littles

Cloth Diapering Milestone: Cloth Wipes Rock!

Plus recipe for DIY wipe spray/solution

I started cloth diapering not out of necessity or principle, but out of frustration. For a few days every time there was a poopy diaper, it was a blow out; not just any blowout either. Each diaper failed at the waist in the back and inner legs, getting poo all over.

These poo-tastrophe diapers pushed me over the edge. I was ready to try anything to contain these eliminations. I’d been sitting on a stash of flat diapers and pocket diapers just waiting for a reason to use them. Some washes, a Snappi, and a few YouTube videos later, Porter was sporting a fun cover and *ahem* expertly folded flat diaper, just living his baby life in natural fibers.

Immediately, we used cloth and disposables about equally, but a few days in we were using cloth 24/7. We soon ran out of the regular wipes we always used for diapering. Matt defeatedly offered to run to the store. Ever one to take on unnecessary projects, I proclaimed that I was going to use CLOTH WIPES! Matt had a look of subdued skepticism, but asked if I had what I needed. *Swoon*

A requisite scroll through Pinterest to research bolstered my confidence in my ability to add another layer to my already multifaceted cloth diapering system. Apparently, all I needed were cloths soft enough for baby booties, large enough to cover your hand, but also small enough to store in large sets. Not everyone in the blogosphere insists on using wipe spray, but plenty sites did, so I figured that I might as well make spray and go the distance.

What is wipe spray? This spray takes the place of the liquid chemicals in commercial wipes. I prefer to use a spray and dry cloths instead of prewetting cloths. Some people get really fancy and fold their wet cloths in a way that they “pop” up in succession like traditional wipes in boxes and keep them in wipe warmers. It’s like a spa treatment, not a butt wipe. I have read some experiences with wet wipes becoming moldy if left too long. I’ll pass on that, thank you.

I ended up creating my own spray combination because I had to substitute for pretty much every ingredient the how-to’s recommend. I’ve had great success with my spray. The secret ingredient is Young Living Seedlings Baby Oil. The “calm” scent is heavily lavender and makes a soothing baby oil. I even use it when I get a kitchen burn; it helps pain, swelling, and blistering.

Making the spray is extremely easy, with only 3 ingredients. This recipe makes about 16 oz. You need:

  • 1 16oz spray bottle
  • 2 Tbsp clear baby wash Opaque kinds separate and look kind of like an abandoned science project in this mix.
  • 2 Tbsp Young Living Seedlings baby oil “Calm”
  • 2 cups warm water

Add all ingredients except water into spray bottle. Slowly add water. Put the cap on tightly, give the bottle a good shake, and grab some wipes! If you plan on spraying directly onto Junior’s bum, set the nozzle to mist or wide spray. Nobody wants to be shot in the butt with a spray bottle set to stun. If you are just too extra, you can put your bottle in a bottle warmer or a cup of hot water (or tea or coffee) to warm it up pre-spritz.

What have you used when you’ve been out of wipes? Or even toilet paper?

Life With Littles

My High-Risk Pregnancy: 1st Trimester Recap

I am now 15 weeks along and in the 2nd trimester (hooray!) of my second pregnancy and first high-risk one. Thus far, I have had a completely different, and rather unpleasant experience than I had with Autumn.


Sick as a Dog Mom

With Autumn (3 years ago) I was blessed by not experiencing any nausea or vomiting (sorry) until 12 weeks, and then just a few days of discomfort. I spent the first trimester not feeling pregnant at all, except for tiredness and needing to pee a lot.

My luck has run out. I have been ridiculously sick round the clock with this little nugget. When I vomit, I have a seizure (which is not terribly abnormal) so on top of feeling “pregnant sick” I get the joy of also feeling “seizure sick” often.

I had to be seen in the ER last week because I wasn’t able to keep anything down for FOUR DAYS STRAIGHT. IV fluids and a prescription for Zofran has helped me battle this incessant nausea so I can actually eat… most of the time. So far, I’ve lost 10lbs since my first OB visit. No one is worried; I have plenty of extra chub to make up for the loss.

As my doctors and friends remind me, feeling sick is a very reassuring sign that a pregnancy is progressing and hormones are a-working. If I had any doubts that there is really a teeny tiny baby growing in me, they would be quelled by the 5 (yes 5) ultrasounds I’ve had so far.

High-Risk = TONS of Sonograms

Just hearing the little gallop of baby heartbeat on doppler is nothing like seeing your little nugget growing and actually seeing the heart as it beats. While I was pregnant with Autumn, I only had 4 ultrasounds throughout the entire unremarkable pregnancy. Now, as a high-risk mama, I get the FANCY equipment with 3D imaging and high-resolution every single visit.

I’ll admit, when I wasn’t feeling any flutters (they just started, yay!) I would wonder if things were really going OK in there. Having the opportunity to actually see the little nugget at every office visit has been so reassuring through this otherwise uncomfortable and stressful pregnancy.

Waiting for Relief

Now that I am in the “honeymoon trimester” I am anxiously waiting for the relief of my worst symptoms. It is nice to hear from family, friends, doctors, and blog moms that the best is yet to come. At he same time, it’s kind of frustrating to hear the fairy tales of bliss and happiness that I SHOULD be having, while I’m still living on the couch with near-constant migraines, on constant vomit watch, and unable to eat like a normal person.

This Too Shall Pass

I have to remind myself that even if it takes 9 months, I WILL feel better. I have tried several remedies for morning sickness and headaches (thanks again, Pinterest) all to no avail. I have accepted that Tylenol is my friend and use it sparingly. I recently started magnesium supplements, but the jury’s out on its efficacy. I’m still searching for my miracle cure or the magical moment of 2nd trimester relief. I’m happy that my illness and discomfort is all proof that I’m growing a tiny human, which is the best reason to be sick.

Do you have any awesome suggestions for general pregnancy malaise? Have you had sickness that went beyond the 1st trimester? How did you cope?

Life With Littles

My High-Risk Pregnancy: Week 4

Change of Heart

After Autumn was born I struggled with Post Partum Depressionย and began having seizures. I was put on medications, had to stop nursing and lost my Driver’s License. I was devastated, scared, and certain that I would never be physically, emotionally, or mentally ready for another child. I had all but decided that Autumn would forever be a Singleton. Slowly (very slowly) I began to miss the baby days.

At the beginning of this year, Matt and I began discussing the possibility of adding another member to our family, addressing my fears about the potential impact my health and medications would have on a fetus. We were able to separate my irrational fears from the actual medical concerns that surround epilepsy and pregnancy. In March, we decided that we were ready to have another baby, like ASAP.

I was able to go off of my most risky medication and was given some much-needed reassurance from doctors that more than likely I would be able to have a safe, healthy, yet high-risk pregnancy. The odds were in my favor. We were ready!

Big Fat Positive

I woke up on Monday morning feeling off. I had a weird dream (which is especially odd for me since I don’t often remember my dreams) and felt uncharacteristically sick, like I had the stomach flu. Something inside me knew that I was pregnant.

Conveniently I had a pregnancy test in the medicine cabinet. While Matt and Autumn were still waking up, I took the test. I anxiously watched the dumb little windows on the test and had to pinch myself when I saw the oh so faint line in the “Pregnant” window. I double checked the instructions to make sure I read it correctly. I did. I was almost speechless when I showed Matt the test. We had a Big Fat Positive.

We went to the Women’s Health clinic at my doctor’s office to confirm my test results. I was dated about 3 weeks 3 days along, just barely pregnant. I guess I’m really good at knowing when I’m pregnant; with Autumn I knew around 5 weeks. My Estimated Date of Delivery (EDD) was placed around February 3, 2018.

It’s Really Happening

After we told our parents and siblings, there was business to tend to: I need to find a Maternal Fetal Health specialist that accepts my insurance, can see me before my 6 week mark, and isn’t terribly far from our little rural town outside of San Diego. That’s a pretty tall order.

I have been oddly comforted by the annoying queasiness, food aversions, and mood swings (sorry Matt). These symptoms remind me that there’s really a bun in my oven. Since I’ve already been pregnant, I feel way more prepared and ready to face the special obstacles that my high-risk pregnancy carries.


Risky Business

All pregnancies where the mom has active seizures (like me) are considered high-risk, as well as pregnancies where the mom is taking medications known to pose a risk to the growing baby (like my mom had with my brother and me). I will be monitored more frequently than “normal” moms, need more invasive tests, and likely not have all the options for delivery that are offered in low-risk pregnancies.

This time around, I am more focused and dedicated to being the healthiest vessel for my little baby-to-be. I need 5 times as much folate as a typical mom, I need to practice the best self-care I can, and commit to regular exercise. Following these recommendations will help reduce risks caused by my medications, prevent seizures, and help me carry to term.

Heavenly Father cares for all His children, born and unborn

T-Minus 9 Months

Here I stand, at the beginning of a 280 day journey to meeting our new baby. I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t scared. Though the statistical odds of me having a healthy, event-free and full term pregnancy are in my favor, the usual concerns of birth defects and other average complications are always in the back of my mind. I try not to dwell on the negative possibilities, especially those related to my unique condition.

I am doing, and will continue to do, everything in my power to give our baby the best chance at a healthy start. I can only control so many factors and worrying about “what ifs” can’t do anything for me other than stress me out. I am educated about the potential risks of my medications and have considered with Matt what these scenarios would mean for our family. The only thing that really matters is having as healthy a baby as possible and providing the love and care that our baby needs.