I’ve got a good head of hair, if I do say so myself.
Each time I see a stylist, they either tell me how lucky I am to have so much, or grumble about how long the color job is going to take … or both.
I have to admit, if there’s one feature I hope to pass on to my children, it’s these luscious locks. My first was born with hardly a hair on his body (maybe a little on his shoulders) but I swear he had approximately seven eyelashes on each eye and at three years old, his eyebrows are scarcely there.
He does have a pretty awesome head of blonde, curly hair now. But at birth there was no sign of it. And I was a little sad to have such a bald, bald babe seeing as I’ve got these awesome tresses and all.
Then Baby Girl came along, and she had a lot more hair (though she’s got the whole party-in-the-back thing goin’ on), and her little eyelashes are already longer and curly. Her complexion is darker, and she definitely has more eyebrows than her older brother.
Subconsciously, I’ve been taking a little pride in her hair. Maybe that’s why I’m so sad to see it coming out, and mine with it!
For some reason, I thought maybe the hair loss wouldn’t be as bad this time around. But ten weeks post-delivery, and it’s really coming out. I was totally embarrassed to have it washed (luxury of luxuries) by a salon professional earlier this week, certain it was going to clog the drain. I ended up cutting bangs after a year of growing them out in an effort to disguise the vast bald spots that will soon complement my temples.
But the one that’s making me feel a bit more pity is Baby Girl. Of course I find her to be the most beautiful creature to grace the earth, but I can’t help but notice the tragedy that is her hair line … or hair-loss line. Check it out below:
Ha! Pretty great, right? At least I know she’s got a 50 percent chance of it coming back nice and thick.