As a mom to three kids, you’d think I would have the science down of growing out the “post-partum hair loss” phase of my locks. This pregnancy was different – as none are ever identical. With the help of prenatals, time to condition and not as much processing, my pregnancy hair was long, shiny, strong and healthy. Through the baby delivery and a couple weeks of post-partum roller-coaster adjustments, my magazine-quality hair lasted through newborn photo sessions and several family visits. Then it happened – as it had the last two pregnancies, the bundles of hair on the floor, in the shower drain and daily through my fingers and comb. Day in and day out, my hair continued to escape and my pony tail grew thinner and thinner.
Usually by the time my babies reached 10 months, my then, still crazy hormones, would adjust and my hair would stop falling out and I would start to see some new hairs grow back, the “chia-pet” hair phase my girlfriend would call it. This time was different. Baby S. had celebrated his 1st birthday, Thanksgiving was over and the Christmas holidays were upon us, meaning Baby S. was well past 15 months and my hair continued to fall out in large amounts. I did have some new growth, but not enough to compensate for the daily waste in the trash. I decided to go in and cut my hair short, the angled bob to be exact; I loved it. Great cut, easy to style, chic and still sexy, but my hair continued to fall out. I restarted the prenatal vitamins, in hopes of stimulating something that was still unbalanced with my baby hormones. Nothing… At baby’s 18 months, I went in for a “trim” and told my hairdresser to just “cut it short!” He did, cut, short. I mean short! Think Demi Moore in Ghost or more so, Claire Underwood in House of Cards. Super short and I loved it even more (and the Husband loved it too). Nothing like the short cut, mom gave me as a 2nd grader, YIKES…
Yes I do still have hair loss, but the evidence is less. I actually have my annual ob/gyn appointment this week to have all my blood work done to ensure all is ok, which I’m sure is fine, but better safe than sorry. My doctor has assured me that everything is probably fine, just that my body takes longer to adjust to the trauma that having a baby does to our bodies. “You’re old now,” he said quite matter-of-factly. I never had stopped to think that my age would have something to do with this. I was 35 when I delivered my 3rd, only 12 years after I had my 1st baby back on 9/11/2001. WOW – still can’t believe it’s been that long! Women’s bodies are meant to have babies in the late teens and early twenties I was informed. Our bodies bounce back easier at that young age; can you imagine??
I have realized now, that I am such a better mom at ahem, 36 than I was at 22. More patient and more present to enjoy the little things babies, toddlers and preschoolers do and the wonder they experience daily. I was bragging on Baby #3 recently to my mom, saying how he is such a wonderful baby until she responded, “a better baby or a better mommy?” AMAZING how mom’s still know everything, right. Basically, the point of this is, if there is something that is causing you stress, such as in my case, hairloss, CUT IT OFF, get rid of it, take a break from it, walk away for a sec, if it’s necessary – IT WILL GROW BACK.
Society’s obsession with long, beach-wave hair like the Victoria’s Secret models, is unrealistic for a lot of new moms, we, moms and women have to do what is best for our family and sanity. After all, it’s just hair and our babies don’t care what length it is, how much grey we have or whether we’ve had time to flatiron it, they just love us, unconditionally.