I prefer paper diapers when we're going out. Something about potentially having to rinse a diaper in a public restroom makes me gag. Or having to carry around a dirty cloth diaper in my bag. Not ideal.
With the new addition of solid foods to her diet, Lucy has these not-quite-breast-milk-not-quite-solid-mostly-sticky-grossness poops. This stuff sticks around like caulk. In order to clean it from a cloth diaper, it either requires rigorous scrubbing in the toilet or liberal scraping with toilet paper. Neither of which are generally fun.
Yesterday when we went to the play room, Lucy had on a paper diaper and when we got home, I got to change a very dirty diaper before I put her down for a nap. And all I did was throw the diaper away.
That got me thinking.
I LOVE it when I put her in a disposable diaper and she poops. I feel like I just beat the system. Like I just WON something. It's an intensely satisfying gamble, because it's so rare that I win so big.
If you figure a baby, we'll call her Lucy for the purposes of this statistic, poops once a day. Well, maybe twice in three days - the solids slow things down considerably. And if I change 8ish diapers each day, then I have a one in twelve chance of winning Diaper Roulette.
Well, actually, we put Lu in paper diapers at night because it's just easier. And she doesn’t poop overnight, so we can rule out that change. So that makes 7 changes on average per day.
Then lets say Lucy poops 3 times a week on average. That equation would be 3/7x7 = 3 out of 49 or about 1 in 16, but exactly .061 so 6% chance of gambling and winning.
Not rigorous to three standard deviations, but it's a good gamble.
Last night we changed her into a paper diaper for bedtime and she pooped again. Twice in one day. I should hit Vegas. But then again, according to my statistics, I'm screwed for, like, the next two weeks.