As exciting as yesterday was, something was just not right.
As elated as I was to finally receive our new pump, I wish we never needed it to arrive.
As much as I can't wait to begin a new way of kicking D's butt, I had a sinking feeling all day.
As all the smiles and laughter was shared that day I had to hide the frowns and sadness.
To see your 5 year old holding a plain brown box of medical equipment as if it was a magnificent gift wrapped with a beautiful bow on Christmas morning...that stings a little.
To know that this technology is what is keeping your child alive every single second of their life...that tugs a little.
To realize that this is the start of Cara's "new" life, her whole life with her and her pump...that breaks my heart a little.
I just keep thinking PINK is for bubble gum and nail polish...
My sweet, sweet Cara!