I could write an epic novel filled with all the things I didn't know about pregnancy, labor, childbirth, and postpartum life. Hindsight is 20/20, though, so when I take the time to look back, I’ve discovered a few things things I wish I’d known about my first postpartum hair cut (I thing I honestly didn't even think was a thing).
I confess, getting a haircut was low on my priority list after my son arrived. In the whirlwind of diapers and tears and snuggles, it fell somewhere between “wash the 24 month clothes that we won’t need to at least a year” and “figure out a bottle storage system.” In fact, it actually took re-acclimating myself to the human world, joining various moms' groups, and even appearing on local news to talk about motherhood, to get in gear and schedule a hair appointment.
For context, I tend to have a pretty casual approach when it comes to my personal beauty regimen. I like to paint my own nails, I’ve been known to trim my own bangs, and I interpret the casual vibes of my Eastern Washington city a perfect reason to skip makeup when I’m out running errands. Not that I never get fancy, because I enjoy that, too, but I simply don’t always get fancy. I share this because I think it’s important to give context to just how amazing it felt to get my first real haircut as a mom. It's all about the little things, you guys.