How is it the last day of February? Seriously. How did that happen? I feel like I was literally just putting away the Halloween decorations and here I am looking at new treats to add to my Easter goodies.
Time is whizzing by.
Did I mention that Austin is rounding the corner of 9 months old? Ok, so he still has a few weeks to go but he is my own little reminder that life never really does slow down. It only gets faster and faster and I need to hold on for dear life and enjoy the ride.
Yesterday was Austin's appointment in the big city. My little man was born with a congenital melanocystic nevus on his right hip which is a fancy word for big. hairy. mole. It was literally the first thing I saw when they put him on my chest and with all the motherly love I could muster post birth, I pointed at it and said "WHAT IS THAT?"
It kinda freaked me out.
They reassured me that all was well and he was perfectly fine and Brad and I thanked the heavens that this large lesion was in such an inconspicuous place. The good doctor even remarked that if one of his teenage girlfriends ever mentioned it later in life, then we'd know that she had seen too much.
The problem with the big hairy mole is that it has to be removed. The liklihood of it turning into something later in life is high and so it must come off. Which means my little one must have surgery. Under anesthesia. And I'm thankful for the technology but I hate that he has to do it.
We will soon be visiting with a renowned pediatric plastic surgeon to get the gameplan. I'm anxious to know what lies ahead and when this will all take place but I also wish I could just hold my little man close and keep all scalpels and knives at bay.
Because really? Big hairy mole or not, my little man is perfect.