You know how they say that your whole head of hair can change after you have a baby? Truth. I'm not quite sure what to do with the mess I have up there. I cut about three inches of it off last week. Got some layers for management. Trying a shampoo that is good for frizz. A light conditioner. A heavy conditioner. And I'm not one for styling products, so I haven't even touched that realm. Sometimes I jam some olive, jojoba, or coconut oil on the ends to calm it down.
Gobs of hair fall out every time I wash it, so I try not to do that. I'm still pretty traumatized by the time it all fell out a couple years ago. Was that a couple years ago already? I don't know. I'm trying to block it.
I know post-partum hairloss is normal. I didn't have it with Jake. I guess I'm having it now. I'm afraid what things will be like in a couple months. I know I can get through it without dying, but it's tough.
When I was little I had crazy hair. Then straight. Then curly. Then wavy. Then straight. Curly. Wavy. Straight. Now it is everything all at once in different sections. Due to its ability to change up on itself, I've worn it pretty short for most of my adult life. At least since my early to mid twenties. I've decided to grow it out until I'm at least 40 or until it gets too gross to deal with.
The good thing about my hair is that no matter what it can hold any style for a good long time. The bad thing about my life is that I have no time nor ability to style my hair. I have a round brush. And a blow dryer. And a basic understanding about what to do with those things. I guess it's more time than ability.
Let me show you what I'm working with, freshly washed. Please note the cowlicks on top, sorry those didn't fully make it into the picture:
My natural haircolor, which you see above, is super trendy right now.
They call is ombre.
But all I hear is hombre.
Like as in Spanish for man.
I look so much like my dad that I feel like I look like a man.
This is his hair too.
Well, used to be.
Now it's gone.