Separated...from hair & baby

One of my great new mommy friends was so sweet in offering me one of her extra gift certificates to a nearby salon. Since I hadn't had my hair cut in over 2 years (and I remember when it was because it was right in between the March 11 earthquake and when we left Japan), I jumped at the chance to have a nice cut! If you remember my blog about postpartum hair loss, I had considered donating to Locks of Love. But now with the cut leering closer, I decided against it since donating would dictate exactly how much had to be cut off (10+ inches), and would undoubtedly leave me with a SHORT cut that I wouldn't be able to tie back. Tying back is key so my hair isn't shedding and floating about the apartment, of course it still is, but not as much. Also, Kenzo tends to grab my hair if left within his reach!

With the appointment set for 2pm on Saturday, I scheduled the baby's naps and feedings to give me the most time (i.e. 3 hours) before needing to get back to feed him. Hubby would be on official babysitting duty. Until now, he'd only watched Kenzo in the house while I took a shower or power nap. But this time, they'd walk me to the salon and hang out and about until I was finished. I know he's a great dad and loves Kenzo to death, but of course I was a wee bit nervous as he's just not gotten all that much alone time experience with him. I'm usually there saying he needs a diaper change or it's time for his nap, so daddy isn't so perceptive of such needs.

Got to the salon, waited 10 minutes, got seated at the washing station, waited 10 minutes, then had an AMAZING shampoo and head massage. I mean, we're talking goosebumps here!!! I got this kind of salon treatment while living in Japan, and cost an arm and a leg, but I really missed it! Oh, it was glorious!!! Then to the cut. For a simple cut and layer, it took for EVER!!! Time was crawling. I kept thinking about daddy and Kenzo, waiting for my phone to buzz with dad frantically saying "He won't stop crying, what do I do!!??". But it never did and finally my cut and blow out (the good kind, not the kind from my last blog!!) was over and I was out of there calling hubby. No answer. WHAT!?!?! WHERE IS MY BABY!?!?!?!?! Panic. I started walking (sprinting??) in the direction I thought they would be... Starbucks. Called again. Finally, an answer. They were walking, Kenzo was sleeping, all was good in the world. Except the situation with North Korea. Yikes.

So, my 1st time being separated from Kenzo, albeit only about 2 hours in total, was a success. The one failure on my part was the cause of his frantic screaming the entire 20 minute walk home. It was still a good 30 minutes before his next feeding, and he is never hungry before his feeding, like never. So, we were so confused and stressed and worried what was the matter. Then, I remembered what a rush I was to get out of the door for my hair appointment. I guess Kenzo hadn't gotten an entire feed at that one, so he was pretty hungry for the next one. Poor guy!! Note to self, never rush a feeding, ever!!