Before diving in to the topic of how my baby looks an awful lot like a wee Winston Churchill, I want to point out that in the photo to your left, she is SMILING! In fact, at 16 weeks she is now a smiling, giggling, cooing, babbling machine. The worries that I had a few weeks ago that she would never crack a smile were clearly unfounded; this baby is one of the best natured, happiest people I’ve ever met.
She also happens to be one of the baldest people I’ve ever met – bald as an egg. She’s so bald that the top of her head actually gleams in the sunlight – she’s shiny-bald.
When she was born, I thought maybe she had the beginnings of a little fuzz on her head, but I think that was just the post c-section pain medication talking.
Whatever little bit of downy fuzz she did maybe on her noggin when she was born all disappeared pretty much immediately. There’s just nuthin’ there. What’s weird is that when I was pregnant, the ultrasound tech told me several times (I had to have a lot of ultrasounds because I am apparently really, really old to still be having babies) that she could clearly see hair on my baby’s head. But I wasn’t buying it, because other ultrasound techs told me the exact same thing about my 3 year old daughter, C when she was in utero, and she was born with absolutely zero hair. Not a single strand. And she remained totally bald until she was about a year old, when she developed a rather alarming hair pattern we called her “baby skullet.”
My three oldest children all had hair as newborns, and they all grew a full head of gorgeous hair by the time they celebrated their first birthdays. So when C arrived as a baldie – and remained follicularly challenged well into toddlerhood, I was freaking out just a little on the inside, thinking I needed to start thinking about how I could make sure the wig I was going to have to buy her would stay on during kindergarten recess. But as it turns out, C somehow managed to go from totally bald to blessed with just about the most gorgeous head full of glorious blond curls I’ve ever seen by the time she hit 36 months old. No more skullet, as you can see in the photo below.
So having seen one of my kids go from baldie to blondie in 3 short years, I am now enjoying the ridiculous cuteness of G’s naked noggin. Now that the weather is getting cooler, I do have to make sure to keep a hat on her (usually one of the classic Hanna Anderssen pilot caps that I love but that the rest of my family HATE on babies)
How about your baby? Hair or no hair? Did the ultrasound tech predict whether your baby would arrive with hair, and if so, was he/she accurate in her prediction? Tell me in the comments below.
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