My friends were right. I couldn’t pass up a chance to write about the following experience. It’s real life yo. It’s relatable. So listen up.
I had quite the traumatic day yesterday. It was heartbreaking, tormenting, and downright brutal.
I had to say goodbye to my boo.
See that band-aid I’m sporting on my neck?
That’s my boo boo.
Because I lost my boo.
My beauty mark that has always been there.
I often likened it to Cindy Crawfords mole. You know, I felt a kinship with her because of it.
But now I am more in the camp of Sarah Jessica Parker.
Because it’s gone. Gone, gone, gone.
And I didn’t even have a chance to say goodbye.
So, I went into the Derm’s office with Chloe so that they could check out some freckles on the two of us. I should have known by the cotton mouth and shakes I got in the waiting room that nothing good was to come of this visit.
While I was sitting on the exam table, I mentioned that oh maybe one day in the far far future we could possibly maybe talk about having my boo removed.
You know, since Chloe seems to think it’s her own personal play toy these days.
And then before I could say ‘I hate needles,” she whips one out and gives me a shot and suddenly the blood that belonged in my brain went to my toes, and I saw my life flash in front of my eyes.
The life I had with my mole. My sweet sweet trademark mole.
And while it didn’t hurt, and I didn’t see the needle, what happened next may have you to believe otherwise.
I almost passed out.
And they had to take my crying baby (who by the way, was crying because we are one like that. She was in tune with my loss you see.) away from me and then instantly put back my head and raised up my legs.
There I was with my paper shirt (opened in the back) and my paper skirt tucked into my grannies, lying back trying to magically change my skin coloring back from green to California tan.
It was all such a blur. And honestly, I had no time to think. No time to ponder the loss I was about to experience.
But, my body knew. Oh yes, my body knew.
It knew it was about to lose a valuable member and it was not letting go without a fight.
As I laid there, I realized that this was symbolic.
I had this epiphany on my weekend getaway.
I am making some changes in my life.
And a moleless neck was a symbol of starting over.
I was a new woman.
A new woman who still felt like she was going to pass out.
But, being the amazing actress that I am, I decided to (wo)man up.
So I got myself together, took my baby back in my arms and asked what was next.
Momma all better.
Only next it was Chloe’s turn. It was time to lay her naked baby body on the table and hold her arms while these beasts dug into her stomach to biopsy a freckle and then of all the nerve, STITCH IT BACK UP!
For the love of God.
My poor sweet innocent baby.
And while I stood for a minute, I remembered that the two of us were one and that as she had cried for me, this time I also was feeling her pain.
I quickly realized that my acting abilities couldn’t compete with the lack of blood in my brain, and I noticed my toes were feeling unusually warm again.
So, slyly I rolled over the doctors stool and sat my paper covered bootie down and laid my bloodless head next to Chloe’s screaming red head.
Oh the SCREAMING!
Not the “I’m in pain” screaming, but the “I’M SO SCARED AND I’M AFRAID FOR MY LIFE, MY GOD MOM, WHY ARE YOU ALLOWING THEM TO DO THIS TO ME” kind of screaming.
And then I got hot all over, and I couldn’t shed the paper shirt fast enough, and the green once again replaced my tan, and I began to slump.
Once again, they took my baby and I was once again placed on the table with my feet in the air and my head tilted back and this time, I even got a Capri Sun fed to me by straw.
I’m telling you. Two moles removed was complete drama.
DRAMA.
So, as you can see I lived to tell. But, barely.
Just. Barely.
And now I’m boo-less.
In it’s place is a boo boo.
And Chloe has one too.
But we’re strong.
We’ll pull through.
Until two weeks from now when we have to go back and have her stitches removed.
I think I’ll prep my xanax for that one.
Oh my word, can you say scaredy cat?
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I feel like this is the only time it’s going to be okay for me to sing that Usher song “Boo”… so here goes, my friend. This one goes out to you and your Boo.
“You will always be my boo, my boo, my boo, my boo… my boooo-oooo-ooooooo!”
RIP BOO
Aww poor boo…better in a lab dish then on your neck! I know you will miss it, but in the long run, you will be happier seperated!
Ahhhh…now that’s the fear i have and that’s why i haven’t had mine checked. I think i’d rather live with them and NOT know than go through that. Passing out is NOT for me!!!
Oh my! I am so glad that you girls pulled through!! While I will admit that I laughed a bit at the thought of you laying on the table with your feet in the air, I did feel your pain! I had a mole removed from the same spot on my neck that I had all my life! :o)
Oh wow that sounds like an exhausting experience.
I am feeling your pain! I hate needles and all that too! So I just pretend like my freckles and such aren’t there…
Sorry about your boo boo. My daughter has a boo on her neck too. It’s quite lovely and I wonder if I should have a dermatologist check it out. Maybe your post is a sign…
That’s the saddest face ever. Sorry about your boo.
awwww…what a tramatic day for you both
That was definitely not a good day for either of you! I can totally relate to the “why are you letting them do this mommy” cry. It is one of, if not the worst feeling EVER!!!
sorry for your loss.
I am attached to some of my moles and luckily, none have ever had to be removed. I have one under my eye a la Julia Roberts style and I would hate to lose it. I can’t imagine your needle and fainting experience. I don’t have a problem with blood or needles. I do have a problem with screaming babies. I would have lost it just listening to those cries. We took lil’ D to the emergency room when he was a baby for dehydration due to an illness. They worked for an hour poking needles trying to find a vein to pump in fluids. I have never heard such screams, and I hope I never do again. I hope you both heal quickly and take care.
-Kiki
Wow. What an experience! I’m so so glad you and the babe are ok. That’s gotta be tough, but like you said, you are going to get through this! Cuz you ROCK! 🙂
It’s not as bad getting the stitches out, she should be OK.
But yikes, what an experience!
I have to have skin cancer removed in 6 weeks….I hope I don’t pass out.
Sorry you lost your Boo!
Oh that sounds awful! I had to have a “suspect” mole removed and they had to do minor surgery to do it. After traumatizing me with that and giving me a HUGE scar it turned out to be nothing. I think I am the only person in the world that was disappointed it wasn’t something after all that mess! Hope you both are feeling better.
Yes, poor boo indeed! That was a sad day. Thank you for sharing it with us though and I hope both you and Chloe are feeling better soon!
God bless you!
what an experience! i hate the doctors office, i hate needles…I had to go to the doctors last week to get three shots for my India trip and I about passed our and burst into tears all at once. i was blessed with a wonderful nurse that talked me through it and hid the needles from me.
i am sorry you are missing your boo! i can’t imagine having mine removed, one day i may share your story.
oh my gosh girl why didn’t you take the xanax to begin with! doctor visits alone are traumatic enough, let alone with a lil babe in tow. glad you survived. and what’s with not using dissolving stitches? they call themselves professionals….
Please tell me that they gave you a cookie and a sticker when you left???
PLEASE!
How traumatic!!
Oh my gosh Summer! You really are so brave. Wow! I hope you don’t mourn the loss of your boo for too long!
I know what you went through, I have had that whole passing out whenever anything is done to my thing since I was 7! I even almost passed out when they did my IV in L&D when I had my son! Somehow I made it through my c-section fine though! And I was trying to play tough when they removed a mole from my butt, and then the Dr started talking about how the scalpal was dull and she was having to saw at it…all hell broke loose!
Glad you made it through though! 🙂
So much drama for one day. I wouldn’t have been able to take it. i hate when they (the doctors) pull something like that. you think it is going to be all okay and the BANG they scare the crap out of you.
I had a similar experience: I though they were just going to check me out and then out come the needles and knives and voila the mole is gone.
Scary.
When I got my lovely beauty mark removed (a mole near my belly button, so no one could admire it as they could yours and Cindy Crawford’s), my dad was there to comfort me — but ended up as you did, almost passed out and lying down nearby. I’m sure I’ll be totally fine the first time someone cuts into my baby. If by fine you mean, grabbing him and RUNNING from the room …
Oh you poor, poor girl. I am so sorry you are boo-less now.
OMG! Poor mommy and baby. Seriously…they should have warned you. You need to arrange a backup crew and all. Next time they will know.
And yes. I hate that blood curdling scream as they look at us with the look. The. Look. Bad mommy. Why aren’t you protecting me.
RIP Boo.
Oh, babe, I feel your pain! I fainted once when my dad tried to pop a blood blister I had on my finger! Getting a mole removed SUCKS!!! Even though it is relatively painless… still!! Argh!! (I’ve had a few skin tags removed… I know…)
Ahhh! How scary! I pass out every time I go to the dentist. Ha!
awww….I totally feel your pain. I had to have 10 moles removed earlier this year – all in places that were PAINFUL – because my bra laid on that area or when I sat down my leg would rub on the couch – I had to put deodorant on etc…. none of them were “fun” by any means. All of them came back ok except for 2 of them – i have to go get them “re-done” 🙁 of course they were the 2 that bothered me the most 🙁 Hope yours are both fine!!
It would have been awful to watch them do that to my child! I’m glad you survived both procedures, yours and hers.
I’m glad you both survived!!