When I was pregnant with Tatum, and even before, folks would always say to Andrew and I, "Your kids are going to have the curliest hair." We would jokingly reply saying "Even if our kids have straight hair, we'll still love them." Now the joke is on me.
It's obvious that a baby steals the heart of their mother; but what's not so obvious, that is until now, is that my baby also stole my curls - my curly hair that is. Now Tatum's innocence is the same as all fresh souls on this earth and I'm not putting blame on her; rather I am pointing my finger to the mysterious hormones of post pregnancy. Little by little, day by day, my curls have gone away, slipping into a straight doo. This past weekend while sitting in the stylist's chair I came to the realization that it isn't because I haven't showered, it isn't because I wear my hair pulled back, it's because my hair has changed. With the birth of my daughter came the death of my curls. Now I have nothing against straight hair except that I haven't had any myself since my prepubescent years of late. And now, twenty years later, motherhood has left its mark on my head of all places.
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how interesting. i can't picture you with straight hair!
isn't it weird, all the different things pregnancy and childbirth can do to our bodies. stuff you don't hear about. among other things, i have mild gingivitis since early pregnancy. i guess thats another one of those little-known fun things that can happen.
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