I considered cloth diapering while I was pregnant. As a “crunchy” Vermonter, I was attracted to the idea, but ultimately decided it was too much extra laundry for not enough payoff. We were lucky enough to have a highly regarded cloth diapering service in town, but I decided it was not worth the cost.
Then my daughter, the explosive pooper, was born. The first clue was the morning we were getting ready to leave the hospital. She farted so loudly that I heard it from inside the bathroom with the door closed. From that day forward, we could generally hear, feel, AND smell every poop. She was pooping 10+ times a day probably due to an undiagnosed dairy allergy and thanks to her skinny legs it almost never stayed in the diaper.