Originally Posted by VidaNaPraia

Do post some photos of you washing nasty dirty cloth diapers by hand in a bucket at the spigot in the courtyard 3 stories down, daily, because there aren't any "precious" disposables, along with that load of stained clothing from spilled drinks because of no "precious" sippy cups. Taking the time out of your already full day to hang all those clothes and diapers on a line. Then ironing those clothes with an iron from a 1940s Sear's catalog, in the extreme heat, after a long day at work for low pay, because yes, even in poor conditions you have pride. Cleaning the floors and the kid several times a day when the diapers leak, with no "precious" wipes for the kid or modern mop for the broken tile floor. And do tell us how you comforted an overheated baby with diaper rash (and no "precious" rash cream), who will not stop crying long enough to let others in the household sleep. How did you keep the child happy inside all day in the stifling humidity and heat so s/he would not get sunburned playing outside under the scorching sun with no "precious" protective sunblock cream? Or watch him/her constantly to keep from falling from the one beam left that connects your apartment to the rest of the falling-down building? Potty train a kid in an upper story apartment without running water? Haul the kid around in crowded, shared taxis with no seatbelts or carry him/her in one's arms over cobblestone streets that ruin strollers.
Precious? Precious? Only someone who never had to do much of this would call "precious" those who don't wish to give up the conveniences of modern child raising, instead of simply giving thanks we don't have to "manage" and can spend our time enjoying our kids while on vacation.
btw, did you row to Cuba, eschewing the "precious" airplane travel as well?