Our journey with eczema started shortly after our third child, Onesimus, was born. We first noticed it on his cheek. It then started to spread to his jaw, and behind his ear. Even though he was young, he quickly figured out how to scratch open the wounds. His face would seep and bleed it was awful. The worst part was I felt powerless to do anything about it.
During Onie’s, that’s his nickname, infant stage; I tried every ointment, cream, lotion, and medicine that my friends recommended. Around the age of one his legs broke out from knee to feet. This breakout was much worse and I could not get rid of it. My poor little guy was miserable. Eczema is known as “the itch that rashes” the more you scratch, the itchier it becomes and it gets pretty hard to manage. Each night I would sit in his bed and rub his bandaged up legs.