You know, you have to be a new mother to understand the feeling when she stared at my hair for a minute or two, and then she actually looked into my eyes and smiled! I mean, its really a biggie! Up till now it was random smiles at the fan, at the lamp and other stuff, but this time my one month old looked me in the eye and smiled her loveliest toothless smile!
Pregnancy is said to be one of the most beautiful phase of a woman’s life, right? You feel special, you are spoilt rotten and are pampered to no end, you glow from within like a 100 watt light bulb and the constant attention you seem to attract doesn’t hurt either. What’s not to love?
Well, I’ll tell you what’s not to love. Rather, what was not at all loveable during my nine months of supposed bliss – my hair. Yes. My genetically glossy and full volume hair got rough and lifeless during my second trimester. It was so noticeable that people started asking if it was a case of some chemical treatment gone bad. It broke my heart to see my lovely hair in such a pathetic situation but I (probably) had myself to blame. You see, it was sever winters and I was getting big in size. My general laziness had anyway took over me during the last three months and as a result, I had paid no attention to my shiny tresses.
I used any shampoo that was within my reach while in the shower, not wanting to move another inch for my particular brand. I used almost boiling hot water to bathe and uh, also to wash the hair (Felony, I know). I managed to forget completely about the existence of hair conditioner. I left the wet hair to dry on itself, without even taking the tangles out. Yeah, you could say that I had lost it completely.
But during the last month, with the anticipation building, arrived my husband from his far off Army post, and instead of holding me close and smiling satisfactorily, he held me at an arms distance and grimaced. “What the hell happened to your hair?” He demanded. This was my awakening call. I started to panic. I loved my hair! How did I let this happen? Why did I let myself go? I was miserable.
My darling sister came to my rescue. She gifted me 3 Hair Spa treatments at the best saloon int he city. After the first session, my hair bounced back from bleak health and my faith was restored. I started eating the Amla marmalade my mom had been almost begging me to eat throughout the pregnancy. I ate a lot of fresh fruit and even more sea food for the protein. Husband gifted me Dove Damage Therapy Shampoo and Conditioner and in about a fortnight, viola, my dreadful hair was almost back to the glossy cascading glory I used to love. Husband gave me thumbs-up the day I washed (and conditioned, obviously) my hair the day before the delivery and that was the end of my hair problems!
And all my efforts gave me a way better result! My new born daughter has a full head of glossy black hair that everyone talks about already! What’s even more delightful is that the little on seems to love my hair too, her gaze fixes on one of my lose strands and she smiles when the wind blows it.
All I can say is, I’m glad for my lovely hair that got me that first smile. Here’s a picture of both of us, but the focus is – beautiful hair.