This morning, my wife woke me up in a panic. Our 3 year-old daugther has suddenly gone ashen and her lips were purplish-white. Her color reminded my wife of how baby Ryan looked just before he passed away almost a year ago. After she read about Leo Akin and his first son's undiagnosed restrictive cardiomyopathy, I'm sure you can understand why she might have panicked.

I got that burst of adrenaline that dads usually reserve for lifting cars off of crushed victims and I was wide awake. I confirmed my wife's observations, but something somewhere in my history as a dad, I remembered that lips are one thing, but check the fingernails too. They were nice and pink, and pink is great. In a few minutes, she was back to normal, with the exception of complaining about a tummy ache. We figure she had a stomach cramp that made her blanche, like I do with the stomach flu.

Scared us real good, but she's been fine the rest of the day. Thank you, God, for wisdom and watchfulness.

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