fluffy butt
Goodmama is stocking her diapers on June 9th. I won't spend any of that day 'refreshing' my screen in hopes of scoring a Butterscotch or Spring Green OBV; I'll be baking Abby's birthday cake and reminding myself to breathe.
Abby never had the chance to wear any of the fluffy cloth diapers I had for her, but I am comforted by the fact that she wasn't buried in a disposable diaper. She had soft cotton batting wrapped around her girly bits, and I saw a little of it peeking out of her onesie when I was playing with her feet, the day before her funeral.
I've changed hundereds of Charlotte's diapers and I've often wished I could have cared for Abby the same way; changing her, dressing her, bathing her. When you have a new baby in your house, that's what you do, right? Instead, when some of Abby's embalming fluid leaked out, I got to change her hat.
Abby never had the chance to wear any of the fluffy cloth diapers I had for her, but I am comforted by the fact that she wasn't buried in a disposable diaper. She had soft cotton batting wrapped around her girly bits, and I saw a little of it peeking out of her onesie when I was playing with her feet, the day before her funeral.
I've changed hundereds of Charlotte's diapers and I've often wished I could have cared for Abby the same way; changing her, dressing her, bathing her. When you have a new baby in your house, that's what you do, right? Instead, when some of Abby's embalming fluid leaked out, I got to change her hat.