I’ve always had fine, thin hair. This being the case, I’ve generally kept my hair short. When I was pregnant, though, my hair started growing in thicker and fuller. I was very excited. I had big plans for this new hair—plans that might have included barrettes. My hairdresser and I started working on a short, shaggy bob when I was about 6 months pregnant. I bought brushes and combs, and I took the hairdryer Ted bought last winter to shrinkwrap the windows out of the toolbox and up to the bathroom. I was styling.
Then I had the baby. I started noticing that there always seemed to be loose hair falling into my face. There were fistfuls of the stuff in the drain after I took a shower. And, when I used the blowdryer, it was like a hair hurricane had hit the bathroom.
I went back to my hairdresser and informed her that I seemed to be losing my hair. Utterly nonplussed, she said, “Yeah, you’re probably losing it here”—she lifted the hair over my ears to reveal a disturbingly bald patch—“and here”—she brushed back my bangs to reveal the M-shaped hairline generally found on male heads. I actually yelped with alarm, and I can only hope that the salon susurration of blowdryers and small-town gossip drowned out the expletives that flew from my mouth.
After completely freaking me out, my hairdresser reassured me that post-pregnancy hair-loss is not uncommon, and that her own bald patches were starting to fill back in. The fact that her daughter is 3-years-old made this a little less comforting than it might have been, but it was nice to have some cause for hope.
Confronted with the current situation, though, we decided that it would be best for me to forget my dreams of a modest bob and go back to short—and not shaggy short, but shorty short.
I’m consoling myself with the knowledge that I really do look better with short hair—it suits my face, and possibly my personality—and the fact that Frances’s hair is growing. Soon, I’ll be able to put little barrettes in her hair—the first of what will no doubt turn out to be many attempts to live vicariously through my child.