As the days passed, it only grew more impressive.
At first, I thought it would fall out in a few weeks. I even scrubbed it with a (soft) brush when I washed it every night, to "help" it fall out. I thought I was prepared for my baby to be bald.
But as the weeks and months passed with nary a hair shed, I grew more and more attached to Ford's lovely locks. They became his trademark -- a source of admiration wherever he went. He didn't wear a hat all winter, just to keep the hair on display. I washed it and played with the curls every night. At his baptism, the congregation gave a collective gasp as they saw his shiny mane poised above the baptismal font. (Okay, not really, but lots and lots of people commented that they'd never seen a baby with so much hair.)
For those of you that are interested, it does appear that the new growth is still brown. And I do find it mildly amusing that Ford's balding is coinciding with my post-partum hair loss, which is now at its peak. Yes, it's molting season at the Price house. Let's hope it doesn't spread to Oscar -- his might not grow back!

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