Ainsley identity is her hair. Without fail, when someone meets Ainsley, they always mention her beautiful hair. And, it is beautiful. My Mom has the same curly hair. I was so happy that I finally got a baby girl with those curls! Not only that but it has the most beautiful red streaks in it. I LOVE red hair. Hence, I have been dying my hair red since the 6th grade!
When I finally came to terms with the fact that Ainsley really did have cancer, I had to then come to terms with the fact that she would most likely loose her hair. I was devastated for her. While we were in the hospital, she saw a commercial of a barbie that you could change it's hair color. She said, "Your hair is what makes you beautiful." She said this having no idea that she would most likely be loosing hers. I decided that I needed to start showing her pictures of little kids that have lost their hair. I would say, "Look at this beautiful little girl!" Ainsley would say, "No she's not, she doesn't have hair." Uhggg..... My heart hurt.... How was I going to help my baby girl know how beautiful she is, hair or no hair. I continued to show her pictures over the next few days, and she was given a barbie that didn't have any hair. I was so excited when after taking a walk in the hall she said, "Mom, I saw one of my friends with no hair! She was beautiful!" Tears sprang to my eyes.
It has been almost two weeks since Ainsley began chemo. On Sunday, I noticed that she was twirling her hair a lot. She hadn't felt very well, and this always brings her comfort. We were snuggling on the couch and all of the sudden she handed me a small chunk of hair. She said, "Sorry Mom, I didn't mean too." My heart broke for her. I told her that she was just fine. Throughout the day she kept handing me more and more hair. It was so hard to watch. Today, has been the same. I find hair balls all over the floor. I started to talk to her about what is going to happen over the next few weeks. I told her that because of the medicine she is taking that she will loose more and more hair. I told her that it is not her fault. I showed her more pictures of children who have lost their hair. She asked me, "Mom, how will I twirl my hair?" and "I don't want to loose my hair." I told her she was beautiful with or without hair. Then she said, "Mom, I am afraid the kids at school will laugh at me." It felt like a punch in the stomach. My poor baby girl. Cancer really sucks. Now as she sleeps, I can cry my eyes out for her pain, but when I am with her, I have to be strong. She needs to know that we can be strong together. I am so proud of my 4 year old. She is so brave. Even though she is afraid and confused, she is learning, and growing and fighting! I am so proud to be her Mom.
|Some of the hair I have collected from this evening.