A deja vu that I did not want.

I put Tooter down for his nap, and noticed some small brown'ish streaks on his crib sheet. First thought - UGH. I just changed this sheet last night. What IS it with him and the poo-poo diapers? Gross, gross, gross.

Then I realized - "wait a minute. He didn't have a dirty diaper when he woke up this morning. He hasn't been in his crib with a dirty diaper today.....

Oh. Man. I know what that is."

It's blood streaks. From his legs and feet. And then I remembered my sheets during 7th grade, when I would wake up and have those same tiny blood streaks. Because I would scratch sores thru the eczema on my legs.

My little man is doing the same thing now.

This is one of those times that I have to console myself with the thought that God has spared him from much worse problems, by allowing him to only deal with this skin irritation. No, it's not easy to see your small child with inflamed skin from the top of his neck to, literally, the ends of his toes. But I'll pick him up after his nap from his crib. In his room. Not from a crib in a hospital.

Sometimes our greatest blessings are not what we have, but what we don't have.