The dreaded petechiae

Bree woke up this morning with the much dreaded petechiae across her collarbone. Let it suffice to say that I don't even see straight, let alone think straight when it comes to petechiae on my kids. My head knows full well that it's almost certianaly nothing, that kids get it all the time and it can mean absolutely not a darn thing. But my heart is another story, what with being bitten in the butt twice by low platelets, with two seperate kids in the past. I told my self for a couple hours that I would do nothing, except check it periodically to make sure it doesn't spread. Then, after checking it 35 times in twenty minutes, I decided to call the pediatrician because I NEED her to tell me its certain to be nothing. Why am I crazy like this when it comes to petechiae? Why can't my heart and my worries catch up to my head and my sense of reason? By the way, there is no bleeding, no bruising, and no petechiae in any other spot, and no, it hasn't spread. I'm just super paranoid. I hate that I'm like this, because now this will consume my entire day. Then tomorrow, I'll wonder why I worried and ask myself "self, why are you like this? Why do you do this to yourself?"
Oops, gotta run. Sydney is playing with egg shells. I kid you not, she's spreading them across the couch cushion! Maybe I'll grab a pic...