I’ve been wanting to get a haircut for a few weeks now, but just didn’t have the brain-space to plan & actually get to it. Finally, when a friend at work planned a girls’ salon day out today, I got it done.
It’s a haircut – nothing can go wrong (other than a bad haircut), right?
The last time I got a haircut was almost 2 years ago. I got it trimmed once or twice, but not a cut. My plan was to let it grow & get it cut very short, just below the ears, 1-2 weeks before my due date last year because short hair would be convenient with the baby around, plus I might not have the time to step out as much once the baby is here. So, I might as well get it done before my delivery. Perfect plan!
My hair grew a lot in length with all the pregnancy hormones & the added nutrients during that phase. It grew further after the c-section – meaning, it continued to grow even after Ayden’s death. I got compliments from family & friends on how my hair has grown & that it looks nice. Most people noticed my hair first before anything else. I ran into a male friend whom I hadn’t met in a while, at a restaurant, and the first thing he said after “Great to see you” was “Wow long hair!”
My hair was probably the only good surviving outcome of that pregnancy. And, that’s a secret reason why I was hesitant to get it cut.
And, it’s not just me. My husband started growing beard, not on purpose, during our hospital stay, because running around to save his son’s life was a priority than having a clean-shaven face. After Ayden’s death, he didn’t get rid of the beard for a couple of months – for similar reasons as me – his beard was as old as Ayden. There was that story behind his facial hair, linked to his son.
To people who knew of my pregnancy & the aftermath, I’d always attribute the shiny hair & it’s growth to the pregnancy, but to others I just smile. A friend once joked – “Oh wow, I don’t mind having a kid sooner if pregnancy gets me good hair.”
So… the hairstylist asked me the kind of hair styles I’ve had in the past & what I wanted now, etc. He also asked why I decided to grow my hair that long (he wasn’t questioning, but a friendly chat) to which I answered –
“I’ve mostly had mid length hair, layer cut. But then it just grew last year and I thought I’ll retain the length since that’s the longest it’s ever grown. Now I think I need a new look.” I smiled.
“It JUST grew?” He chuckled. He’s a stylist – he’d want to know that secret formula to a quick hair growth.
“As in, last year I was pregnant. So, with all the hormones & nutrients the growth was sudden I guess…”
He didn’t ask anything else. I’m assuming that he assumed there was something off-the-route and that he shouldn’t probe further. Otherwise, I’d have said “I had a baby last year, and with all the pregnancy hormones my hair grew…”
He ran his scissors through those reminiscence of a life that once was. I couldn’t help but think of it when those strands fell on the floor to be thrown away later.
Anyway, that’s just one leaf from everyday life where almost everything has a story to tell – all related to a loss!