Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Review: Naughty Baby Cloth Diaper & Inserts

About six weeks ago, Jennifer of Madhuri Baby sent me a set of modern cloth diapering basics for review.

Going clockwise from the purple pocket diaper on top left, these are:

- a PUL one-size pocket diaper (seen opened to show inner lining)
- two 5-layer charcoal bamboo inserts
- one 3-layer organic bamboo insert
- the single microfibre insert that came with the pocket diaper
- three 4-layer microfibre inserts


These came with detailed, hand-written instructions from Jennifer for prepping (i.e. preparing the diaper and accessories for use) and care. The pocket diaper was cute, with an owl print I had not encountered before. Here's a laundry shot of it, for fun.


The inner microsuede and outer PUL were quite close to the Alvas I mostly use, as were the cut and stitching. The PUL felt a little thinner and more pliable to touch. The diaper itself has been worked hard these last few weeks. Overall, I find it can on occasion leak a little under pressure at nights but it holds it own quite well during the day. It fits skinny Puchke well, currently snapped down to its smallest setting.


The inserts were the most interesting to me. As you can see, they come in varying thicknesses. The photo is not the best but you can see the limp, slightly yellow organic bamboo insert right on top is much thinner than the two bright, white microfibre inserts beneath it; and both the bamboo and the microfibre are significantly thinner than the grey charcoal bamboo insert at the bottom. These thicknesses matter because of the bulk they create in the diaper. Each material absorbs different amounts, at different speeds, and suit different children according to their individual needs.


I've taken my time testing out the inserts. The grey charcoal bamboo ones work well singly in pocket diapers as well as used without any sleeves or liners in cover diapers. I also like the inner line of stitching (see photo below) because it helps to make the five layers a little less bulky.


The thin organic bamboo absorbs very slowly so it's not a good choice for use in pockets or covers by itself; where it's fantastic is as a doubler or booster to another, faster insert. The organic bamboo + charcoal bamboo insert combination has now been my favourite night-time solution for a while.

The Naughty Baby microfibre inserts are also comparable to my Alva microfibre inserts. I like them for their liquid-holding capacity as well as ease of laundry.

To me, where Naughty Baby from Madhuri Baby really scores is in the very reasonable prices. The pocket + mf insert comes for Rs 500 including shipping, while each individual mf insert is Rs 125, charcoal bamboo Rs 200 and organic bamboo Rs 250. Shipping is free for all orders above Rs 500, which is a boon to mothers diapering on a budget. They've just had a new stock of cartoon prints so check them out on their Facebook page. Other products of note are prefolds (currently out of stock) and crocheted baby leg warmers and the most adorable baby dungarees handmade by Jennifer herself to customer specifications.

Sunday, January 11, 2015

Six Months of Puchke

Over a cheery tea this afternoon (and it's been a drab, chilly day otherwise) we calculated that come the 25th of January, Rahul will be exactly 100 months old. My Wee Bhablet that was, now a big Dada, now shooting up and yet not too much, will have spent one hundred months with us.



We also calculated that today, this morning, our man Puchke turned six months old. And what a six months it's been. He was such a doll, swaddled in the hospital blankets (and they didn't care about blue or pink so he sported both impartially).



Such a little manling bringing the nurses running because we dared sponge him in the mornings, an act to which he made vociferous objection. Such a little button, blinking at the bathroom light and refusing to sleep after I brought him home, freaking me out with his fizzy potty and his insistent focus on me. A child not a month old who'd turn his head and call after Vicky whenever Vicky left the room.



Barely bigger, we took him on his first train journey to Vizag. It was love at first sight between my brother and him, and gave me a much-needed breather because it meant that they two of them would occasionally take off for a little walk and come home sweaty and quite pleased with themselves and each other.



He was quite the party animal in November, a month which exhausted me with its weddings and get-togethers and parties. In December we went for his first visit to The Great Banyan Tree, and we got around some more, as I got more and more comfortable feeding him in public. Before Christmas we flew down to Bangalore for a whirlwind day, Puchke and I, to meet some friends. More falling in love happened, what with him taking quite the shine to Ro's piano not to mention Aunty Rads.


Before I could draw breath we were off again, now to Vizag once more because it was time for P's annaprashan. It could have been a big, social do, like it had been for Rahul, with innumerable friends and relatives, and gifts and feasting, but we considered the pros and cons and moved the party to Vizag. It was small, with only immediate family in attendance, and intimate, and mostly perfect. His Buro mama fed him the ceremonial rice payesh, looking a little nervous as he did so, and our man P licked the book, and then the pen, before finally grabbing the ball of earth so we no longer know exactly what it was that he chose except that it wasn't money. Nobody I'm related seems to be on that track anyway.


Vizag was packed and a story by itself, and then we were back in Kolkata. When P woke up in Moore Avenue, I don't know if he recognised home after a fortnight away but he seemed delighted, jumping up and down in arms as we walked from room to room.

Now he's sitting. This morning he had his first banana. Yesterday he ate a bit of a pancake. Some days before he tasted his first ice cream, butterscotch. He keeps standing up, sometimes on his toes, but not always. His favourite sound is "e" and he seems to get a lot said with just the one vowel. He's extremely interested in food and a happy, sociable baby. He has the most adorable shy smile when strangers talk to him. Mostly, he seems to like the world best when viewed from my arms, but once in a while he enjoys the scenery with other people too. My father and he seem to have this unspoken connection, which reminds me of Rahul and his thakur. He's got used to being picked up any which way by Rahul and carried around by him (and any other big Dadas or Didis).



Some days his clinginess drives me frantic with claustrophobia. Some other days (like today) I'm convinced he's as perfect as can be. Six months.


Monday, December 01, 2014

Nine Months

I had a rotten pregnancy with Rahul, so I was determined to enjoy myself the second time round. I had my highs and lows and I had a lot of sleep but here are some of things I also did:

Month 1
I wrote thank yous, trying to find my old optimistic spirit.
I attended Dana's 30th birthday party dressed as Mr Cellophane.

Month 2
I stayed home with Ma and Rahul while Vicky went to Shillong for a week on work. It shouldn't have been difficult but it was.
Rahul and I went to my little nephew's rice ceremony at Calcutta Rowing Club. Driving wasn't easy with the sleepiness but I did it.
As a blogger I attended and blogged a CSR initiative by ITC.

Month 3
I was a panelist at the Apeejay Kolkata Litfest. I spoke about Youth and Change. How ageist.
I attended a wedding in tshirts and sarees because my blouses had stopped fitting me.
We went to the circus. It was quite the day because I stayed awake all day, which was a major event by then.
I did an Arena Stage workshop culminating in a show -- my last theatre for some time to come.

Month 4
I panicked about gestational diabetes but it turned to have been too much rich food from all the weddings.
I edited a book.

Month 5
I taught my last class at Kolkata Sanved. It was an enriching experience and now I think perhaps I can teach after all.
We went to Ibiza and I spent a couple of days in the swimming pool: such bliss.
I crocheted a blanket for the baby. It was my first big project.

Month 6
Despite my misgivings I stayed a part of the CSAAM team once more. It was more upsetting than usual, what with me being so emotional so easily, but I did it and am glad I did.

Month 8
I travelled to Vizag for a surprise visit.

Month 9
I was ambushed by a fabulous surprise baby shower. I still haven't written about it and I fully intend to. It was epic.
I took part in a gift swap at my FB group.

Month 10
I stayed up nights watching the World Cup.
I also had a baby. That was epic too, but that's another story for another time.