Today Erin and I sat on a blanket on the floor to have a tea party. I reached over to comb her hair down with my fingers and my heart sunk as I pulled my hand back. The back of her shirt and my hand were frosted with Erin's beautiful blonde hair. I have always known that her hair would fall out, but somehow I just wasn't prepared for it actually happening. My eyes filled with tears as I called John to tell him, and then our social worker came in for a visit and I sobbed some more with her.
I know it sounds drastic, but the hospital has an electric razor to use if we want to just shave all of her hair off now. As her hair falls out it will get all over her bed, pillows, floor, and us and it can be rather irritating and itching to have it all over the place. I'm not sure if we'll shave it off or if we'll just let it fall out on it's own. I do know that I can't shave it without John being here with me to do it.
I am glad that I am here with her now and that I was able to be the first to see this new change. I cannot change what is happening, but I'm glad that I was here to witness the start of it. This is just another step in raising our little air bear, like the first time she took a step or the first time she said, "ma ma." I am grateful that I get to be a part of this incredible little girl's life.