It was a couple of weeks after our daughter was born that it suddenly dawned on me that my husband and I hadn't had an adult conversation since we'd first laid eyes on her. We'd been so busy discussing nursing schedules, colic, and the best way to get her to sleep that having “our” time just didn't occur to us. Not having much money and being very over-protective and hesitant to leave our daughter with anyone else, we decided to do as much as we could to rectify this situation without having to be separated from our little girl or having to fork over our grocery budget to a baby sitter.

I wore my daughter regularly until she was at least 18 months old. Even then, I wore her once in awhile--especially when she was particularly cranky. It was something I absolutely cherished. I loved having her cuddled close enough to me that I could feel her breathing and kiss her downy, soft head, but also have my hands free. It was also a good way to keep her inside my personal bubble and away from germy hands dying to touch her.

My daughter is now 3 ½ which means it's been 1 ½ years since I've changed a diaper. I have to admit, I miss it, especially when I see things about the Great Cloth Diaper Change or Dirty Diaper Laundry's Flats and Handwashing Challenge going on. This spring marks the second that I won't be participating in any fun cloth diaper challenges, but I am definitely looking forward to experiencing them all again with a little boy this time next year.