When I was pregnant with Libby, I was sure I was going to give birth to a bald baby. Jared and I were both bright blondes as kids and I hardly had hair until I was 2. I had always imagined my babies as hairless. Eventually, all this imagining of baldness turned into a preference for baldness and then a repulsion of anything other than baldness. At one point during my pregnancy, I even told Jared "I don't care what our baby looks like; I just hope it doesn't have hair."
Well imagine my surprise when I was pushing Libby out and the doctor said, "I see a head full of dark hair." Instead of thinking "awesome! the head is almost out!" I remember thinking, "oh no. hair."
When the shock wore off, I realized that I actually loved Libby's head full of dark hair. (Even if the hospital lactation consultant did accuse Libby of being the milkman's baby.) As a bonus, Libby's long hair helped disguise her misshapen head.
My little Piper looked quite different than Libby at birth, but she also had a head full of long, dark hair. This time, I expected it and loved it from the beginning.
Piper's hair is long (I can put it in a ponytail on top) and tends to stand straight up. It's curly when it's wet or humid outside. She sometimes looks like a mom from the 90s with one set of bangs curled down and another curled up. Strangers comment often on the craziness of her hair. My favorite? "I have never seen a Caucasian baby with that much hair."