I successfully cloth diapered my son for his first 10 months, until solid foods (and my gag reflex) really kicked in in full force. . . Diaper spraying had become an eye-watering, dry-heaving torture and. . . I couldn’t take it anymore. To make a long story short, I abandoned cloth diapering and started down the slippery slope of ease, comfort and extravagant waste. And I liked it. A lot. I call it The Fall.