#4 is a brave kid
#4 had a mole removed from the side of his head today. It was a relatively small mole, but somewhat new, and had a few things about it that were flags to the Doctor, so they wanted us to have it removed just to be safe.
We had to be at the hospital at 7:30 this morning. This involved getting everyone up early and dropping the three older boys off at a friend's house so they could ride the bus to school. Then we were off to the hospital with #4 and #5 in tow.
Once we got there, they checked us in right away, took us down to weigh #4 and take his blood pressure (#5 kind of freaked out about that because for some reason he thought they were trying to electrocute #4 with the blood pressure machine). Then it was a waiting game. I had brought some paper, pens and stickers and #4 drew some ninja turtles, while he and #5 watched an episode of Clifford. Finally the doctor showed up, and it was time for the surgery. D took #5 to the foyer (D doesn't like blood) and I stayed with #4 for the surgery. At first the anesthesia didn't work and it took three tries with it to get that area numb. I was really proud of him for not flinching or screaming, he just squinted up his gorgeous green eyes and cried a little. I held his hand the whole time, and occasionally peeked over to see how things looked (I don't mind blood as much as D does). After what seemed like forever they were finally through and sewed him up. Can you believe a relatively small mole took 9 stitches?! When we had first gotten there the nurse thought the mole was so small that he wouldn't need any stitches at all for it. 9 stitches and a small bald spot later, our boy is doing fine. He even went to Kindergarten this afternoon and had a great day. Now its just waiting to find out what the lab says about the mole, and waiting for the bill for our 20% of the cost. For #4 the painful part is hopefully all over, but for us its not even close to over ;o)
We had to be at the hospital at 7:30 this morning. This involved getting everyone up early and dropping the three older boys off at a friend's house so they could ride the bus to school. Then we were off to the hospital with #4 and #5 in tow.
Once we got there, they checked us in right away, took us down to weigh #4 and take his blood pressure (#5 kind of freaked out about that because for some reason he thought they were trying to electrocute #4 with the blood pressure machine). Then it was a waiting game. I had brought some paper, pens and stickers and #4 drew some ninja turtles, while he and #5 watched an episode of Clifford. Finally the doctor showed up, and it was time for the surgery. D took #5 to the foyer (D doesn't like blood) and I stayed with #4 for the surgery. At first the anesthesia didn't work and it took three tries with it to get that area numb. I was really proud of him for not flinching or screaming, he just squinted up his gorgeous green eyes and cried a little. I held his hand the whole time, and occasionally peeked over to see how things looked (I don't mind blood as much as D does). After what seemed like forever they were finally through and sewed him up. Can you believe a relatively small mole took 9 stitches?! When we had first gotten there the nurse thought the mole was so small that he wouldn't need any stitches at all for it. 9 stitches and a small bald spot later, our boy is doing fine. He even went to Kindergarten this afternoon and had a great day. Now its just waiting to find out what the lab says about the mole, and waiting for the bill for our 20% of the cost. For #4 the painful part is hopefully all over, but for us its not even close to over ;o)
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PS. I ALWAYS drink obscene amounts of coffee..hehe.