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“We’re Fine”

October 15, 2019 in Family, Love & Marriage - No Comments

That was the answer I gave for so many years.

Right after Callie was born and we spent months in the NICU.  People would ask how she was doing, how we were holding up, if we needed anything.

My answer was always the same.

“We’re doing fine.”

They would remark how strong we were, how well we were holding up, and how amazed they were that we could handle the stressful circumstances.

I’d just smile.

In reality, we were not fine.

There’s not an adequate way to describe the level of exhaustion that we were feeling.  We spent every waking moment in the NICU while both working.  James would be up at 6am to go to work, stopping by the hospital on his lunch hour.  I would be up at 6am to go to the NICU and spent the day there until I left from the hospital to go to work at 3pm.  James would get off work at 4pm and then come to the NICU until they closed at 9pm.  We’d meet at home at about 10pm, and then wake up several times a night to call the NICU to check on her.  Compound that with the emotional toll of what we were dealing with…..learning a new “language” and learning to navigate this new world we were thrust into.  The physical toll of a C-Section on my body.  I signed a waiver and checked myself out of the hospital the day after Callie was born so I could be at the downtown hospital with her.  There were days I could literally barely stand by myself without fear I would topple over.  The worry that James had that all of those things would impact my diabetes.  The burden he put on himself to make sure that both of his girls were ok.  Exhaustion is a nice way to describe how tired we were.  But we said we were fine….

I would cry leaving the NICU every day.  Sobbing in my car until I couldn’t breathe.  Countless days that I got to leave the hospital and we didn’t get to bring her home.  I would see the other parents leaving with their new babies and it would devastate me–tears silently falling down my cheeks as they rode in the same elevator that I did.   The guilt I would feel when leaving her each night was crippling.  I would have anxiety attacks that something would happen when I wasn’t there and I knew I would never forgive myself.  But I said that we were fine….

The fear, the stress, the guilt, the anger, the frustration, the sadness, the grief… tore through us.  We both became storms, spinning cyclones of emotions that collided with each other in private.  Each of  us knowing that we were the safest thing to go up against….because no one else could understand what we were going through.  And had we turned those emotions toward anyone else…..we would have crippled them in our wake.  We could match each other with the anguish, the sorrow, and the heart ache.  So that’s what we did, becoming separate raging storms of pain.  Howling and screaming at each other like a hurricane….but we told everyone we were fine.

We continued that pattern for years…..through Callie’s amputation surgery, through the crippling medical debt, through the multiple surgeries for her knee and hand.  So many years of physical therapy, doctors appointments, consultations, heartbreaks, stress, and tears…but we told everyone we were fine.

Because that’s what we believed “strong” looked like…..that’s what we believed we had to do to get through it.  Strong didn’t show everyone that we were crumbling.  Strong didn’t show everyone that we were drowning.  Strong didn’t show everyone that we could barely keep putting one foot in front of the other.  Strong didn’t ask for help or admit that they needed a break.

Until we figured out….we had been strong for a very long time.  But strong was also admitting we needed help.  Admitting we were struggling.  Admitting we were barely keeping our head above water.  Admitting that we didn’t always know what we were doing.  Admitting that we were hurting.  Admitting that we were most definitely not fine.

Sometimes asking for help is the bravest thing you can do.  Asking for help is a strength….not a weakness. We didn’t have to do it all by ourselves and couldn’t judge ourselves for needing the help.  Both James and I have an unbelievable capacity to handle stress, trauma, and emotional tolls….but we knew it had come to a point where even we needed help.


So we started small….accepting meals while Callie was in the hospital.  Sharing more of our struggles.  Asking our family to help us in small ways–picking up things for us at the store, giving us a much needed date night to reconnect, running errands for us. Slowly, we stared to see the response from our friends and the community when we did open up about our hardships…they wanted to help us.  Most of them had been waiting for the opportunity to do just that–to show up for us in our time of need.  To hold our hands when we need to cry a little.  To lift some of the burden from our shoulders when we needed a breather.  To take care of the mundane daily life things for us so we could focus on getting our warrior back up and running.

Those hard things got a little easier when we started getting comfortable asking for help.  Sometimes it takes more courage to ask for help than to go it alone.  You don’t have to be the strong one all the time.  Tears aren’t weak and whomever said that never had the strength to be vulnerable. The clouds rain too when things get heavy…..and we’ve gotten more comfortable letting others help us weather the storms……..


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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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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