It's that time of postpartum again: my hair is falling out in clumps, handfuls it seems like. It's rather distressing. But I tire of this falling out bit-by-bit, day after day, having the hairs brush my skin and jumping to thinking that a bug is crawling on me. Would that it could all fall out in one day and have done with it. Or would that it would all fall out in one place, like outside.
Z has been turning her head to see things and what with the rubbing she's losing her hair as well – in a swatch, most pronounced at the back, and less so on the sides so that she looks the opposite of a balded man. Poor thing, it makes for awful hair growing, esp at the rate at which we go.
