Noah had to go to the dermatologist today. Last winter this "thing" started growing on his back. What looked like a clogged pore kept growing and growing until it looked something like a kernel of corn on his back. Or one of those candies that is a drop of hard sugar on the strip of paper. Anyway, his pediatrician wanted someone else to see it, so four months later (gotta love dermatologists) we go.
We prepared him with the fact that they would likely want to remove it. He was very clear that wasn't going to happen. We told him that if the doctor recommends it come off, he was having it removed. Back and forth we went. Finally I said "Noah, you can't see it because it's on your back, but let me tell you, the girls will think it's gross." (pause) "Ok, it can come off." And he's only ten. Smart boy.
At the doctor he took his shirt off and sure enough, the doctor looks at me and says let's take it off. So Noah is on his stomach facing the wall, can't see anything the doctor is doing (which was writing notes and washing his hands!) and I see Noah's breathing start to get fast as he's freaking out anticipating this big knife coming at him that he can't see. Poor guy. I decide it's better to tell him that nothing is going to happen now, and then say, ok, here we go, get ready for the needle. He took some deep breaths, and before you knew it that kernel had popped right off. Phew. That was stressful.
As we were leaving, Noah reminded me that in our negotiations the night before I had promised him 'a treat' if he had to have it removed. So Noah lost his mole, and I'm out $1.19 for a cherry slurpee at 7-11. Small price to pay.
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We took a picture of MIchael's birthmark that had to come off last year, it was on the back of his neck. We also took a picture of it afterwards as well. Noah was very brave!
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