I want to be in denial forever. The longer I am the less likely all my fears will come true right? Well the guy from National Seating mobility called to tell me I forgot to choose the color of Mitchell's stroller after they measured him so he asked me to get online and see what I liked. Well as soon as I saw this wheelchair I tell Ray, "I'm freaking out just a little bit, this doesn't look like a stroller to me!" Really I want to ball my eyes out that my baby needs this at all. I don't care how wonderful it's going to make my life, or save my aching back, I want Mitchell to walk, to talk, to be normal like my two other kids. That's not Mitchell's lot in this life. He is different. He's wonderful, and sweet and perfect. It's just so hard to try to understand that and every once in awhile I need to cry about it.