It was January 2009 when I gave birth to the prettiest girl in the world. She had the cutest dimples, she pooped a lot (we phoned the doctor in despair on the first night who put our mind at ease by saying that it’s quite healthy to poop a lot) and she had some hair. It was black and it didn’t last long. It was replaced by a white, dry, straw-type of hair that we couldn’t tame and didn’t seem to grow very fast. It was the strangest hair we had ever seen.
One and a half years later – yeah, it was a surprise for more than just a few people – I gave birth to another ‘prettiest girl in the world. ’ This one had the most beautiful mouth and the bluest eyes I had ever seen. She had some hair too. She lost it and it was – again – replaced by strange extremely blond, dry hair. It was straight, but since this was our second strange-hair-kid we knew that it might turn curly in a while.
The girls have a big brother with perfectly normal hair. We have always wondered where the hair comes from. Not only because we want to know, but because everyone seems eager to know. Let me share some remarks that people make at least once, but more often twice a day (all well meaning, let me be clear about that!)
‘Were they born in Africa?’
‘It doesn’t seem to run in the family (while pointing at Joost)?’
‘It looks like crimped hair, is it really their natural hair?’
‘Wow, that is the weirdest hair I’ve ever seen!’
‘Can I touch it?’
‘Do you highlight it?’
‘It looks like frizzy hair, yeah, I’ve seen this hair before.’
Of course I’ve asked hairdressers if they could enlighten me about the hair-type. They gave answers, but it was never fulfilling. The unsolved hair problem always lingered in the back of my head. Then someone suggested asking the dermatologist for an explanation. I had never even thought of that! We went there (for me, yes, sigh) and the girls came along. We sat down and while we waited, I took the strangest picture I’ve ever taken of the girls. (Oh and there’s the strangest video too – have a look at Instagram if you want to get a glimpse of my everyday life).
Anyway, the dermatologist walked in and we first discussed my skin. He said something about getting older, which he tried to soothe by stating that we are all getting older etc. And then I could finally ask the question. He looked, touched, googled a bit and showed me pictures of children with exactly the same hair! It took him less than a minute! Turns out that my girls have the ‘Uncombable Hair Syndrome’. It’s rare, they will have it forever and it’s a very (very) random name for a syndrome.
Next time someone asks me where their hair comes from I get to explain that they have ‘uncombable hair’! Wow. I don’t know, I think I will just stick to my old sentence: ‘Thank you, we also have no clue where it comes from, but it’s gorgeous indeed.’