No, this isn’t a bad haircut post. Just the opposite, in fact. This is approximately 8 months’ worth of new growth. You see, I had some of the most stressful 20 months of my life: an awful pregnancy in which I had my gallbladder removed after extreme pain and discovery of polyps. Then I had an emergency surgery after I contracted a SSI, massive kidney infection and went septic. Then part of my intestines developed an ileus and I had to be rehospitalized right as my niece was being born. Then I developed a non traditional presenting form of preeclampsia marked by high proteinuria. Then that turned into oligahydraminos. Finally they tried to induce delivery at 35 weeks when it was noticeable that my son was not thriving. Failed induction. Emergency CSection. He had a true cord knot. He turned blue. NICU. I recovered for 2 hrs. Then I was going up to NICU every 2 hrs to bring milk I was painfully pumping. Finally released 4 days later. I was nursing and pumping. I wasn’t sleeping well. He literally stopped breathing in the middle of the night on two separate occasions for no apparent reasons. Turned blue in the lips. I gave him infant CPR twice. Then, 6 weeks later, Brandall moved 5 hours away from us for work, leaving me with a newborn and a 3 year old and still working full time too. It was a tough time. I was incredibly stressed out and anxious. I encouraged the relocation because I could see the bigger picture. I knew it would be hard. So I put my big girl undies on and made it work. I drove 10 hour round trips almost every weekend just so the littles and I could see Brandall. So, I lost hair. All over my head. I was shedding like a dog in the spring time. Handfuls. On my clothes. In my car. My brush. The shower. I cried. A lot. I had a receding hairline. Then we finally moved to be together again after school wrapped up. We were in a tiny apartment. My husband was working til 11 most nights, leaving around 6 in the morning most days. So I lost more hair. And then, I let go. I couldn’t keep stressing out over so much that I couldn’t control. I let go and let God handle it. We started going to church the weekend of July 4th. My hair started growing back.