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She weighed 2 pounds, 8 ounces, a whole pound up from her birth weight, when they shaved a portion of her head to insert an IV. In my anxiety, I subconsciously twisted a strand of hair around my fingers and it pulled free from my scalp because of the stress and all those postpartum hormones. But then I reached up again and tugged, painfully and purposefully.
It didn’t take long before we each had a small, round bare spot nestled in our hair, me and her. I meant to and I didn’t mean to, all at the same time.