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Mom Guilt

Mom Guilt.

For me, this takes on an entirely different connotation.

For years, I blamed myself for Callie’s health issues.  One hundred percent blamed myself for every single health issue that she had.

We spent three months in the NICU after her open heart surgery.  Ninety days.  Ninety days where I sat by her incubator and reviewed every single day of my pregnancy looking for the sign of where I messed up.  Was it the few times I drank a Diet Coke?  Was it the fact that I kept working while I was pregnant?  Was it the fact that I didn’t rest enough?  Was it the fact that I carried in the groceries when I went to the store?  Was it the fact that I had one drink the week before we knew we were pregnant?  Or even worse, was it my diabetes?

Could it be that?  The worst fear I’d had growing up?  That the disease that I never had a choice about could do this to the person that I loved more than anything?  How could I be so selfish to want a baby and risk this happening?

In my mind, I was her mother.  I carried her in my body, therefore I was responsible.  I was the one that should have protected her from all of those things. I should have done more, tried harder, taken better care of myself, and tried to prevent those things.

Callie got better and we were able to go home, but the guilt didn’t subside.  In fact, it got even worse.  Because now, we were faced with a permanent reminder of what I had done.  Callie would have to lose part of her leg because of something I had done.  A mistake I had made.  Because of me, my baby girl would have to have her leg amputated.  She would never have a normal life.  Her life would be forever changed because of me.  I did that.

Every surgery.  Every time she cried.  Every time we had to change a bandage, dressing, or doctor a wound.  Every time they had to put her under anesthesia.  Every test, medical form, and insurance document.  Every time we got a medical bill.  Every time she would look at other kids running and that flicker of envy danced across her face.  Every time we had to go to the hospital.  Every scar she accumulated.  Every time James cried.  Every time she would wake up in pain in the middle of the night.  Every doctor appointment.  Every time she fell walking in her leg.  Every time she said she wanted a “normal leg.” Every time she asked “Why me Mama?”  Every time in my head I would shout “BECAUSE OF ME.  BECAUSE OF ME. BECAUSE OF ME.”

The truth is, we don’t know why Callie has the health issues she does.  We probably won’t ever know why.  But the guilt is an anchor that I have to learn to let go of….because otherwise…. I’ll drown.

I have to learn that God has a plan for us.  He had a plan for us when He brought Callie to us.  There’s something we were meant to do and all of these experiences are putting us on that path.

They are making us stronger.  They are making us fighters.  They are making us kinder and more empathetic.  They are making us warriors.  They are making our family close in a way that others won’t understand until they have walked the path that we have.  They are putting amazing people and opportunities in our lives that not many people will experience.  They are showing us who are tribe is and how much they love us.  They are showing us the joy in simple, ordinary, every day moments.  They are showing us that when we get knocked down, you get right back up.  They are letting us motivate and inspire others.  They are letting us be the light in the darkness, the wildflowers in the rose garden, and the unicorns in the field of horses.  They are letting us show others it’s ok to be different.  They are showing us grace and acceptance.  They are letting us change the face of beauty.

They are letting us change the world, one step at a time.




Hi everyone! Thanks so much for stopping by! My name is Jaime! Wife to my better half, James, who is my moon and all of my stars. We are parents to our little warrior princess, Callie Grace. We started this blog to share our journey as we navigate through our crazy beautiful life. Callie is a lower limb amputee and I am a Type One Diabetic. We are hoping to change the face of beauty one step at a time! We hope by sharing our story, you leave with a little bit more inspiration and hope! Thank you so much for stopping by and joining our tribe!

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  • Betty May 23, 2019 at 5:27 am

    Thank you for sharing….I too still blame myself and go over all the little things before and during my pregnancy but for the most part I remind myself of that no matter what I have to live in the moment an dkeep pushing… carries me every day and seeing my son smile when so many things could have gone wrong is everything to me. Being in NICU I learned how fragile life truly is and feel blessed I was lucky enough to take my baby home alive as I unfortunately experienced a couple who did not make it. Best of luck in everything you do and glad to have found you. Keep writing!!!!

    • Jaime May 23, 2019 at 1:34 pm

      Thank you so much for your kind words Betty! And so true, we now try to live in the moment and cherish every day we have with her too!

  • Laura March 9, 2020 at 2:24 am

    But the fact that she exists is also because of you. If you weren’t her mom, she wouldn’t be Callie, she’d be someone else.
    Don’t blame yourself for the hard things she faces,( hard for a mom I know!)
    God used *you* when He created your daughter. Just as she is. And God doesn’t make mistakes.

    Remember the man born blind in John chapter 9?
    Jesus said, “It was neither that this man sinned, *nor his parents*, but it was so that the works of God might be displayed in him.”

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    Hi Y'all! I’m Jaime, a proud working mama, author, girl boss and wifey to an ultra-adorable husband. I am a huge book nerd, I drink coffee like my life depends on it, and run on dry shampoo and Amazon Prime. Leopard print is my favorite color. I am a story teller at heart and this blog is a virtual scrapbook of our crazy beautiful life. I'm a Type One Diabetic and our little warrior princess Callie is a lower limb amputee. By sharing how we’ve chosen to flourish in the garden we’ve been planted in, we hope you can take some small nuggets of hope, inspiration, and laughter. We are so grateful that you’ve found us—welcome to the fam. We embrace our perfectly imperfect lives and don’t let the doctor’s appointments, spreadsheets, speaking engagements, 10th birthday parties to plan, housework or date nights overwhelm us. Those things are just the beautiful reminders of all the blessings in our lives. Read More



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