When did I become the star of a tv medical drama?

Despite the overly self-absorbed title of this post, it is not about me. Nor, surprisingly, is it about my husband and all his maladys.

No, this post is about my precious 15 month old daughter. G went in for her 15 month physical on Friday. She, as I have written glowingly about, is the peak of perfection in every way. She is hitting every developmental milestone soundly and thrillingly. She lights up our every day.

But Friday her doctor found something she thinks is wrong. Not necessarily wrong in a big way, but wrong none the less. And even though it may be (please God, let it be) nothing, it still has to be checked out, and that is causing me a lot of anxiety and heartache.

Here's the thing. The doctor noticed that she has slight premature breast development. John and I hadn't even noticed it, that's how slight it is. The doctor did a physical exam and said, just to be sure, G should have an x-ray of the bones in her wrist to determine "bone age." Dr. Zhu assured us that most of these x-rays come back just fine, and it is no big deal, let's just check to be sure, and oh, go do it right now and I will call you Monday with the results, I'm sure it's fine, but don't do that blood work order yet in case I need to add to it, I'm sure it's nothing, I've never seen worrying results from one of these x-rays...

So, we took her right down to radiology and John went in with her and held her while they strapped her little wrist down and took her 1st x-rays. And then I stopped worrying about it because, it's no big deal, the doctor hasn't ever seen any worrying results, it's probably just a slight hormonal thing that she'll ourgrow, yada yada....

Then, yesterday, Dr. Zhu personally called my cell phone. I didn't answer it in time and she left a voicemail. And just said to call her. No message saying, the x-ray is fine, nothing to worry about. And the fact that the doctor called, not the nurse. Yeah, my anxiety level spiked a little, you could say. So I called her back, and of course she had stepped away from her desk, so I had to wait for her to call back. Which she did. She said that though G is 1 year 3 months old her "bone age" is 1 year 9 months old. That is a difference of 6 months...more than 1/3 of her age. What the hell???

So, G has to have a pelvic ultrasound tomorrow to look at her development and rule out any cysts, tumors or anything like that. Oh, yeah, they want my 15 month old to drink 32 oz. of water 1 hour before the u/s so she has a full bladder. Um...32 oz of water would fill more than her bladder...and how the hell am I supposed to keep her from peeing to keep her bladder full?

I keep telling myself that I AM sure it's nothing, she is perfectly normal in every other way, it's got to just be a developmental quirk. But if anything turns up in the u/s the doctor is going to order additional blood work and refer G to a pediatric endocrinologist. That scares the crap out of me. Please tell me how this is nothing to worry about, ok? Thanks.