Editor’s note: Imma tell you now, this post is FULL of gratuitous shots of me in variations of hair. Even though I wasn’t posting anything, I was taking lots of pictures. Just so you know 🙂
Years and years and years ago when I started my little blog, The Accidental Natural, it was a hair blog. I was newly natural and was interested in figuring out how to get big ringlets.
HA!!! Joke was on me! I was not a ringlet having girl. After playing around with techniques, products and having lots of patience, I figured it out–well, most of it out. For about five years, I was all about twist outs, deep conditioning and trying to find the perfect regime.
Then, I got pregnant.
And I was sick as a dog. Fatigue and all-day sickness–I mean SICK.
When you can barely hold your head up, you’re not really trying to spend three hours washing and styling your hair. So, I got through the first 30 weeks and finally was able to keep food down and regained some energy to do my hair on a regular basis.
Then my daughter was born.
See was wonderful and tiny and all we had prayed for because getting pregnant had been a journey in itself. As wonderful as she was (and is), she was (and still is) a handful. I just didn’t have the time for hair and it was starting to shed.
That’s when I did it. I loc’d my hair. I’ve always loved locs, but I have scalp issues and I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to contend with those issues and have my hair look the way I wanted it to. I got them started with my hairdresser, but I am not the type of person to go to a salon regularly. I love playing with my hair…
…but it’s a lot harder with a baby. And a baby who loved (and still loves) attention.
Once my hair loc’d, it became a lot easier to take care of and I was getting into a routine of sorts. I was tired–the kid didn’t like to sleep–but I found the few hours each week to do my hair.
In January 2015, I started to feel really tired, like extremely tired. Was I anemic? That was what the doctor told me…just before she told me I was pregnant.
What?!?! After the journey to get pregnant with our first child, just getting pregnant wasn’t anything that I thought would happen easily and without medical intervention.
Fast-forward three weeks, I was sick as a dog. And this time, I was sick for the entire pregnancy. Who’s thinking about hair? That pregnancy was hard–I was vomiting numerous times a day. It was summer and the heat and sun were killing me.
After 38.5 weeks of sickness and misery, I gave birth to daughter #2, who is fun, spunky and adorable like her big sister…and also a handful. We had a 3.5-year-old and a newborn.
Hair? Hair, what? I barely had time to bathe, furthermore spend time researching products and fine-tuning hair regimes.
I let my hair do and it did and here we are, 4.5 years later and hair almost touching the top of butt. As the girls get older, I have some more time to fiddle and play with my hair–not like how I used to, but every so often.
So, what do I do next?
We’ll just have to wait and see.
