Life settled down into routine. And we coasted along. A while back, I had taken Ashley for her well check at the pediatrician. She has always been a tiny thing...one of her nick names is "Tee Tiny". He wasn't really worried, but suggested that I go get her looked at by an endocrinologist at Children's. That way, if there was something we could give her to help her grow, we could get a head start on it before she went into puberty when most girls quit growing. It was just a litttle blood test. He was not worried and I was not worried. She was healthy and being small was just who she was and how she was made. And I expected that would be the conversation I would be having with this doctor. It takes a while to get an appointment at Children's. They wanted to see her records to see if an appointment was even merited. We finally got in, did the silly little blood test and a hand scan to test her "bone age".
I remember where I was when I got the call. Fourth period. I was teaching a reading class to really low level readers. The class was almost over and the kids were putting up their materials. My phone rang and I knew it was their number. This should be a quick and easy phone call, so I answered it. Ya know it's never really good news if it's the doctor on the other end, not some nurse in their office. Ashley has something called Mosaic Turner's Syndrome.
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