This is a pic of me last summer…
This is a pic of me from a week ago…
Since I have no shame, I’ll point out that my hairline is very thin, thanks to post-partum hair loss. At first, I was totally devastated and freaked out, rambling to my husband that I hope he didn’t mind but I was going to spend a small fortune on hats. Or brown paint… Do you think brown paint would hide the fact that my hair is thinning?
Nate, being a typical male, freaked out. And ran to the store. And came back with a heavy-duty, strainer-type contraction for the shower drain, because – heaven forbid – I clog the drain. He’s proud of how great it works. I’m horrified, because now I can see just how much hair I lose on a daily basis.
“It’s all Eve’s fault!” I groaned to a friend.
You know the Biblical story… Eve tricks Adam into eating the fruit that God forbade them to eat. And as punishment, God said that – among other things – childbirth would be painful. My version of the story is that Eve gave birth to her first son, and she was a little bit too cocky after having a natural, pain-medicine free labor. So God added post-partum hair loss to the punishment.
I’m not trying to be sacrileges or anything… But as painful as labor was, the hair loss definitely has kept me humble. I mean, when your hairdresser gasps and asks if you tried to cut your own hair, you know that you hit an all-time low. Sooo, there you have my theory. Post-partum hair loss is Eve’s fault too.
The funny thing though is that it bothers me a whole lot less than I thought it was going to. Sure, there are days during which I can style it so that the thinning isn’t quite as noticeable.
But for the most part, I just ignore it. I had my freak-out moment, but now I’m pretty much just shrugging it off and thinking, “Eh, it’ll grow back.” On the really bad days, I just ignore mirrors.
Also cutting my hair shorter helped.
And on the really, really bad days, I put a paper bag over my head…
Ultimately though, this little guy is worth every single strand of hair that is falling off of my head. 🙂 He makes me realize what really matters. He helps me see true beauty and worth! And trust me, a hair-do has absolutely nothing to do with the joy bubbling inside of me every day.
And I think the hair loss is slowing down now… fingers crossed!