The kids are making my hair fall out!

How many times have you said to a friend, “The kids are making my hair fall out today!”? Hopefully, it’s not just me; but I know I do it multiple times a week! Either that, or it’s being pulled out by the kids – ouch!

I wrote this little poem that you may be able to familiarise yourself with, particularly on those hair-falling out kind of days…

Today is one of those days, where I need to be split in two;
“Mummy, can you come with me? I think I need a poo!”
And in my ear on the other side,
“Mummy can you help me? I can’t find my shoe!”

They pull me this way, they pull me that;
Oh no, they’re even trying to pull the cat!
But hang on, we don’t even have one of those?;
So to the cat, “Shoo, shoo, off you go!”.

I think it’s time for coffee, a hot one though I hope;
Maybe not, they’re wrestling now,
So for a run across the house I go!
(And for that hot coffee one day, I do still live in hope).

Lunch time, oh yay! A few minutes peace for me;
I send a message to a friend,
“My hair is falling out today, 
I don’t know how you cope with three!”

A trip to the park? What a good idea,
“Come on kids, shoes on, let’s go!” 
Tire them out some more for bed time,
Then finally I can relax!

Oh what a day it’s been, they’ve driven me up the wall,
But these days won’t last forever.
So I hold them tight, kiss them goodnight,
And softly stroke their hair.

I think hair loss is something a lot of parents joke about in this type of way, but it is a really serious and often stressful reality for some people. It can cause huge self-confidence issues too and many people will resort to wearing a wig to cover up their hair loss. As this is more of a maintenance option it could eventually get expensive with replacements and maintenance of the actual wig.

A full head of hair can be a reality again though in the form of a hair transplant. Many hair clinics, and now even hairdressers, offer these; it could be the beginning of a journey to help restore that hair confidence that many hair loss sufferers aspire to have again.

Stacey

I’m Stacey, a bookworm (or should that be dragon?!) from a quaint hamlet on the outskirts of Lincolnshire. In my late 30s, I’m a devoted mum to two wonderful boys who are both autistic—a unique aspect that makes them different, not less. I also share my home with my husband and Barney, my lovable Frenchie x Beagle.

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