Neither of my babies were born bald, and I even recall asking the nurse if Pixie had hair as soon as her head was crowning. See, this is the magic of the epidural. I can guarantee you that if I was still in the level of pain I had been in before the
magic juice epidural, I would not have cared whether or not my little girl had a single hair on her head.
But she did have hair, and those ridiculous pregnancy and baby books warned me that she would likely lose all of that hair, and she didn’t. It still didn’t grow long quickly, though, so she’s only recently had hair long enough to pull back into pigtails. And lo: my girly side asserted itself heartily! PIGTAILS!
And curls. The back of her head has become a pile of little gold curls, and I love it. Will she stay curly? I don’t know. I never had curly hair. Mine was so fine and so straight that no amount of hair voodoo could get a curl to stay for more than thirty minutes. My brother, OF COURSE, had nice, thick hair and curls when he lets it grow out (too long and it gets weighted down into waves). Sis and I used to always gripe about how he got the Good Hair. And that it was bullshit.
BECAUSE IT IS.
Pixie might not have those concerns, if her hair stays curly. Instead she can gripe about how her hair is too curly, and wouldn’t it be so nice if it were straight? Ladies, you know what I’m talking about. If any of us could be satisfied with our own god-given hair for more than 5 minutes, 80% of the hair care market would be obliterated.