<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765270520658551468</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:08:56.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jessop's On The Go!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessopsonthego.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765270520658551468/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessopsonthego.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mardee Jessop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575236892561672354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/SNmRip7XI1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pyYWgynewCY/S220/Business_card_2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765270520658551468.post-3088246737739047404</id><published>2010-06-25T20:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T13:20:55.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School's Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/TCV-YQMmCAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Wp-A590TYuw/s1600/IMG_1165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/TCV-YQMmCAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Wp-A590TYuw/s200/IMG_1165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486930676150568962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pre-School graduation day for Jaimee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow! Time goes by so fast! It's already summer and so much has happened.  Jaimee graduated from Pre School, Nathan from Kindergarten and JD from 6th grade!  All the kids were right where they needed to be and got the helped we prayed for.  How blessed we were with amazing like-minded teachers and therapists who worked so hard to help each of our children excel in all areas.  Jaimee's teacher was especially a gift to us in more ways than I can describe-if only we could keep her always! :) Love you Connie! Don't ever stop what you were born to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/TCV1TmDQJWI/AAAAAAAAADk/FRiYdEZM6Tg/s1600/IMG_0881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/TCV1TmDQJWI/AAAAAAAAADk/FRiYdEZM6Tg/s320/IMG_0881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486920700512970082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jaimee has done so well with her Developmental Vaulting Therapy or what we just simply refer to as horse therapy.  Nora is her instructor and works hard at this program.  We have seen great things come from her therapy-all of them and boy does she have a lot!  Below we have her with two of her therapist from California Children's Services.  She has about 4 that work regularly with her and they have been amazing all year long!  Jaimee is such a hard worker and willing to do and try anything and they adore her for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/TCV6oZsFq3I/AAAAAAAAADs/hCUnMemb3co/s1600/IMG_0945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/TCV6oZsFq3I/AAAAAAAAADs/hCUnMemb3co/s200/IMG_0945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486926555529980786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some of the things that might interest those who follow her progress: Jaimee walks mostly on her own however someone is always nearby to spot her, although at home where she is most comfortable she walks freely.  Jaimee is also potty training quite well.  She has even initiated some independence in this area and we are hopeful to have her fully trained within the year.  For those of you who intimately know Jaimee's history in this area you will appreciate what a triumph this will be! :)  Jaimee is trying so hard to run, and for those wanting to continue to pray for her, pray for that.  I recently had a dream about her and she was running just like any other kid and it was beautiful to see.  It may take years but we have already watched a miracle unfold over the coarse of a year so lets just keep that faith going for her.  Most of Jaimee's therapy is concentrated on her core.  The more that gets strong and balanced, the better off she'll be.  Jaimee is speaking so well! You wouldn't believe the things she comes up with.  On her IEP progress report her teacher commented that beside Jaimee working on her speech timing she was working on her comedic timing! She is such a crack up!  And she'll tell you she's funny after cracking a joke which is even funnier!  Her speech test scores were awesome! Jaimee can really say anything she wants to, it just takes some time to get it all out.  Her speed has and will continue to increase over time.  Jaimee is processing the world around her much faster.  She still has some improving to do in that area but she is making really great progress.  She is able to get herself in and out of sitting/standing, chair or bathtub, whatever it may be she does it pretty well most of the time-still falling and needing assistance here and there but is not afraid to keep at it-she shows enormous courage and strength-she really never gives up but asks for help when she has tried her best and cannot do something for herself.  Someone close to us was at our house and while observing Jaimee over several days she just kept saying, "Jaimee's BACK!"  She's the same in so many ways-she's even getting some of those crusty, pouty-lipped looks back (thanks, but no thanks).  She also had some familiar tantrums, cute gestures, sweet inflections in her voice like before and yes, in general is "BACK".  A sure sign of progress was that a couple of days ago we went to see her neurologist and she said "her progress is such a miracle she doesn't have to come back again."  What a blessing!  And yet to help her with all the kinks left remaining we'll take what her neurologist said about still needing "time and therapy" and stay on the long, enduring, but ever-rewarding path of recovery.  Another milestone we have reached, but which doesn't come without having to keep in check ones resolve to forge onward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/TCYrzvgARfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_L9kLTUcMxA/s1600/IMG_0941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/TCYrzvgARfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_L9kLTUcMxA/s200/IMG_0941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487121363921552882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some other recent events:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;APRIL-&lt;/span&gt; Spring Break, visit to the San Diego Temple and Ben 10! Ben had a birthday at the end of April.  We had a military standoff in the backyard 10 year old style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/TCZFhOW4RBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/OqFUNU_qkQ8/s1600/IMG_0926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/TCZFhOW4RBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/OqFUNU_qkQ8/s200/IMG_0926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487149633089586194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/TCZIam_QMUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zPZJVKhf_pI/s1600/IMG_0931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/TCZIam_QMUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zPZJVKhf_pI/s200/IMG_0931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487152817977176386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/TCZIb9SVcyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/xpKQkOhHKtc/s1600/IMG_0999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/TCZIb9SVcyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/xpKQkOhHKtc/s200/IMG_0999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487152841142661922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/TCYtNSyIFkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/A9wFnNnAb5o/s1600/IMG_1047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/TCYtNSyIFkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/A9wFnNnAb5o/s200/IMG_1047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487122902401160770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/TCYv3ds6zUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/H6AVCWaSmAg/s1600/IMG_1144.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAY-&lt;/span&gt; JD earned his 1st Class Scout Badge, Jaimee turned 5! Memorial Day at Zuma:&lt;br /&gt;Although Jaimee got sick on her birthday, she had fun with the friends and family that were already in town to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/TCZDen6wbCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/pEUqFgwgTko/s1600/IMG_1085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/TCZDen6wbCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/pEUqFgwgTko/s200/IMG_1085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487147389388090402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/TCY8EjzFdMI/AAAAAAAAAEk/CrEwCOqMOmk/s1600/IMG_1121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/TCY8EjzFdMI/AAAAAAAAAEk/CrEwCOqMOmk/s200/IMG_1121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487139245024179394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/TCY7E80oejI/AAAAAAAAAEc/83FNW8pitdM/s1600/IMG_1137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/TCY7E80oejI/AAAAAAAAAEc/83FNW8pitdM/s200/IMG_1137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487138152229927474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUNE-&lt;/span&gt; JD and Ben both got wards at school, the kids had their graduations,we went to celebrate the last day of school and Happy 7th Birthday Nathan!:  Whewwwww! I'm worn out just reviewing all the crazy but fun times we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/TCYv3ds6zUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/H6AVCWaSmAg/s1600/IMG_1144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/TCYv3ds6zUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/H6AVCWaSmAg/s200/IMG_1144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487125825909869890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/TCZGJGQGuoI/AAAAAAAAAE8/PGIqa5TxvWY/s1600/IMG_1150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/TCZGJGQGuoI/AAAAAAAAAE8/PGIqa5TxvWY/s200/IMG_1150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487150318108457602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/TCZX_7884VI/AAAAAAAAAFc/bvpdiaUYxM0/s1600/IMG_1179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/TCZX_7884VI/AAAAAAAAAFc/bvpdiaUYxM0/s200/IMG_1179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487169951934243154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/TCZYAr6pe6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/X_9gKYIu47A/s1600/IMG_1186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/TCZYAr6pe6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/X_9gKYIu47A/s200/IMG_1186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487169964809485218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/TCZYAUGPBPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/R7WO6cDJ1QE/s1600/IMG_1187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/TCZYAUGPBPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/R7WO6cDJ1QE/s200/IMG_1187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487169958415631602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/TCZYBSiz3OI/AAAAAAAAAF0/sN_4blZ2wyI/s1600/IMG_1200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/TCZYBSiz3OI/AAAAAAAAAF0/sN_4blZ2wyI/s200/IMG_1200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487169975178484962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So now that school's out we have been enjoying a slower pace schedule and having fun at the beach on a regular basis.  I absolutely love, love, love living back near the ocean-didn't realize how much I missed it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JD and Jaimee are back in summer school for just 19 days and part of that JD will be at scout camp but he is doing well and even tutoring other kids in his class in math.  Jaimee continues on with therapy and I am home having fun with Nathan and Ben as well as home schooling Ben through the summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Jeff, he continues to machine away at the shop trying to grow his business.  I was recently voted in as a new member of the Northridge Hospital Foundation where I will work to raise money for various programs but will focus my efforts on the Pediatric Trauma Center which we hope to open in the next 6 months if all goes well; providing an invaluable service and asset to our children within a 100 mile radius of the valley.  I am also the new Young Women Secretary and I start school next week to finish the last 2 years of my bachelor degree.  I'm studying at the University of Phoenix online program majoring in Communications.  When I finish I hope to use my education and talents to work in some capacity with the hospital and its foundation to help other families and the professionals that serve them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it! Enjoy our family update! Hugs and love to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mardee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765270520658551468-3088246737739047404?l=jessopsonthego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessopsonthego.blogspot.com/feeds/3088246737739047404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765270520658551468&amp;postID=3088246737739047404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765270520658551468/posts/default/3088246737739047404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765270520658551468/posts/default/3088246737739047404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessopsonthego.blogspot.com/2010/06/schools-out.html' title='School&apos;s Out'/><author><name>Mardee Jessop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575236892561672354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/SNmRip7XI1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pyYWgynewCY/S220/Business_card_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/TCV-YQMmCAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Wp-A590TYuw/s72-c/IMG_1165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765270520658551468.post-6559755494293113864</id><published>2010-03-29T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T19:28:01.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday the 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of March was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jaimee's&lt;/span&gt; 1 year survival anniversary.  I didn't want to think about the CPR, the frantic feelings, the clock that sticks out in my mind, the chaos in the emergency room, I just wanted our family to have a FUN day!  And that we did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent our day visiting our favorite people.  We had a fantastic lunch at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Northridge&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hopsital&lt;/span&gt; with the wonderful Pediatric Intensive Care Unit (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;PICU&lt;/span&gt;) staff.  It was so great to see Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Semnani&lt;/span&gt; and all the nursing staff.  We missed Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kang&lt;/span&gt; and all the night shift but we did get to see some of them last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt; and they will see us again!  We had our favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Greek&lt;/span&gt; food from the Firehouse, took pictures and chatted about all of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jaimee's&lt;/span&gt; progress.  They were thrilled to have us and we wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else.  We Love You All!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we drove up to our former home town and met up at a local park we use to frequent in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Littlerock&lt;/span&gt;.  It was so great to have so many people come! Jeff and I were so touched that so many would take the time out to come visit us and see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt; walking-they were thrilled and we were thrilled to see all of our good friends and missed those that couldn't come.  I think I counted over 40 children alone!  The kids had a ball playing and running around.  We love and miss all of you and thank you for the well wishes of those who couldn't make it you are always in our thoughts and prayers.  Jeff and I laughed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; morning when we talked about how great it was to see our friends and we agreed that we like to "collect friends".  We do seem to do that wherever we go and how blessed we are to have so many wonderful friends everywhere we have lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on we press forward still dealing with challenges and realities that sink in every once in a while.  Today I went to buy new high tops for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt; because she has been burning wholes in the front from dragging her toes as she walks and I saw another 4 year old girl getting a cute pair of high heeled sandals and I was having another "moment" wishing and wondering when my little girl will get the chance to wear shoes like that again.  So the reality hits us here and there but with faith we move forward.  Tonight I realized I have nothing to be sad about but that what I have been given is a gift.  I read a book about a learning disability that JD has and it is all about how it is a gift.  Disabilities and handicaps are really a gift to all of us.  When understanding is limited we speak slower, when speech is unavailable we speak slower, when movement is strained we move slower with more intention, more patience, more love, more caring, more understanding.  There is a whole other world of compassion and sweetness that has been opened to our family, to me and to Jeff that we never saw day to day but is a part of every handicapped child.  Jeff went to Outdoor School this past weekend with JD and others with learning disabilities and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;handicaps&lt;/span&gt; and one child was so mentally and physically &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;impaired&lt;/span&gt; that you wouldn't think he would have gotten much out of the weekend but when he was on the bus all he could do was squeal and scream with delight because that was all he could do-he couldn't talk but he showed emotion, sweet pure elation.  What a gift.  How enormously grateful I feel right now that our Father in Heaven gave us such a gift.  A favorite scripture of mine says, "I &lt;sup&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;give unto men &lt;span class="searchword"&gt;weakness&lt;/span&gt; that they may be humble; and my grace is sufficient for all men that humble themselves before me; for if they humble themselves before me, and have faith in me, then will I mak&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e weak things become strong unto them."  The weakness isn't necessarily made strong physically, it is also spiritually, humble and sweet like a child.  These children have such a pure love about them, a family member recently described &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt; as a "love child."   The New Testament says, "And whoso shall receive one such little &lt;span class="searchword"&gt;child&lt;/span&gt; in my &lt;sup&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;name &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;receiveth&lt;/span&gt; me." What a gift to be closer to our Savior through these beautiful children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt; in your prayers as she has begun a new kind of therapy called Developmental &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Therapeutic&lt;/span&gt; Vaulting, aka, Horse Riding Therapy @ Strides in the Valley.  She started classes last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; and based on the initial evaluation we are hopeful for more great improvement.  Her speech continues to smooth out, up to about 7-8 word sentences, eating and drinking better, cognitive abilities just about up to age level, hoping the Equestrian therapy helps now with her ability to walk better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for checking in with us and keeping our family in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Mardee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765270520658551468-6559755494293113864?l=jessopsonthego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessopsonthego.blogspot.com/feeds/6559755494293113864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765270520658551468&amp;postID=6559755494293113864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765270520658551468/posts/default/6559755494293113864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765270520658551468/posts/default/6559755494293113864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessopsonthego.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-year-anniversary.html' title='One Year Anniversary!'/><author><name>Mardee Jessop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575236892561672354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/SNmRip7XI1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pyYWgynewCY/S220/Business_card_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765270520658551468.post-2823531298054657162</id><published>2010-01-20T22:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T22:22:04.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/S3Lt-YihJsI/AAAAAAAAACY/x-oWmsT6erw/s1600-h/IMG_0788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/S3Lt-YihJsI/AAAAAAAAACY/x-oWmsT6erw/s320/IMG_0788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436669356184512194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy/Daughter Dance 2/6/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone! A little late seeing that it's already the first week of February but Happy New Year nonetheless. And Happy Valentine's Day to all this weekend! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;xxoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new year is always exciting. I admit I am one of those who likes to make resolutions, set a good 20 goals for myself, plan the first 3-6 months out, get my fresh new calendar ready with pen in hand. Sadly my new shinny calendar and my re-run resolutions don't always pan out the way I hoped. The success that I'm always looking for requires a little thing called a Positive Attitude. Well, you'd think after 39 years of life I wouldn't need to remind my self of that but that's just what I did after having a reality check with an oh-so-wonderful friend who will remain unknown. Our conversation wasn't all I needed; I decided I needed to have a 2 year old tantrum. If you could have only seen inside my head you would have witnessed all the kicking, screaming, and crying. Well as soon as I got all of THAT out of my system, I snapped out of it and had my attitude adjustment! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ahhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, it was nice; an excellent and necessary change for me. So now I am happy to say that I have been exercising 6/7 days per week for 5+ weeks, have given up sweets and have successfully shed 10 of the many pounds I put on last year. Still shed tears on occasion but no more panic attacks! 2009 is OVER and 2010 is DEFINITELY going to be my year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I do it you might ask? Well, my attitude change occurred because I told myself that, "if my daughter can learn to walk and talk, jump and run again then I sure as heck can exercise 6 days a week!" So, once again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is my inspiration and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;perspiration&lt;/span&gt;!  Lately she is A LOT of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;perspiration&lt;/span&gt;!  The amazing things she is doing now blows our minds.  The better she gets gives me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;glimpses&lt;/span&gt; of all the energy she use to have. Lately she goes, goes, goes and isn't waiting for anyone. In fact, if you come to visit the house she will very excitedly grab your finger, pull you as hard and fast as she can down to her room to show off her kitchen toys and make you play with her. She has just started venturing off on her own out to the backyard always within view though but she is wanting to explore her world again. I watch her finding such joy in discovering everything all over again. A couple of days ago she went all the way to the back of the backyard (a long way if you've seen our yard), got off balance and fell a couple of times, brushed herself off and squealed with delight as she realized she was having a fun walk outside all on her own just enjoying life and the outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her main growth over the last 1-2 months has been language and fine motor skills. She can say almost anything. She is speaking in conversational language. She can say almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;anyone's&lt;/span&gt; name, she can repeat most anything you ask her to say and she can say things spontaneously that you didn't even know she could say which is a great indicator of how much her memory has come back and how rapidly those neurons are reconnecting. In fact, last week we were watching the movie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Eragon&lt;/span&gt; which we haven't seen since before her injury and when we saw the shinny blue object I asked her to tell me what it was; she easily but slowly said, "drag-on egg". She knows what she is saying and what the subject matter is. She speaks a lot in syllables still but most words that were difficult for her last month are now pretty smooth she just speaks slowly and you have to be patient as she gets each word and syllable out. She even has tried saying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hippopotamus&lt;/span&gt; a couple of times!  Yesterday she had an appointment at school for an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;assisted&lt;/span&gt; technology evaluation. She had been waiting 4 weeks for this appointment which she had with her speech therapist who almost cancelled the appointment because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt; is doing so well. Well during the appointment she got to sit in a chair that vibrates; she looked at her therapist and said while smiling pointing down at the chair "Try". Everyone was amazed at her level of understanding and new abilities to speak in such a short time. The panel gave no recommendations as she is doing just fine on her own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the fine motor growth she has recently been using an adaptive spoon (bent at an angle to have more accurate hand/mouth movement) which has helped her to eat more independently. So much so that now that her eye/hand coordination is so much better she can eat some things with a regular spoon all on her own. She can try cutting things like a banana and she is getting better and better using a fork. She can pick up the tinniest objects like a sequin or use all her fingers picking up a card in a game. She is very much like she always was; gets upset if you help her with something or do it for her before she has the chance to try. You can add to the personality of a child but you can't take away the one they were born with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JD, Ben and Nathan are all doing well in school.  JD has the most going on now that he is a Youth.  He turned 12 on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt; 25, received the Priesthood the following weekend, started passing the sacrament the first Sunday in December, has gone to the temple, is progressing nicely in scouts getting ready to get his second and first class ranks as a Boy Scout, goes camping and to firesides frequently and all and all is very well adjusted and takes his responsibilities as a young man seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben is getting ready to receive his Bear Badge as a Cub Scout. He just had Blue and Gold dinner and last month out of 5 packs won the Pinewood Derby! It was very exciting and if I could figure out how to get more pictures on here to show you I would add one from that fun event-soon I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan has been learning so much and is having a great time learning to write and read a little.  He loves playing with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;legos&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Bionicles&lt;/span&gt;. He was sick the other day and his favorite movie is Cheaper by the Dozen. He watches it over and over again. It's hysterical! What 6 year old loves Cheaper by the Dozen that much! He also informed me a month ago that he wanted me to have another baby! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! Not gonna happen-that door is closed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff has passed his midlife crisis of  having a beard since he, "couldn't afford a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Porshe&lt;/span&gt; and a girlfriend would get me in trouble".  His daughter asked him to shave it so he did for the Daddy/Daughter Dance.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt; was so excited about the whole thing it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt;. All week leading up to the dance we would mention what was coming up on Saturday and she would say, "dance party". She kept saying "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;" every time we mentioned something about it and if you could hear her say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;" it is the cutest thing you've ever heard. If you can believe it, Jeff was more excited than even she was; before we ever had a daughter he wanted a daughter to take to the Daddy/Daughter Dance. A dream fulfilled is a beautiful thing! They both had a wonderful time and I'll post all the pics on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/S3OemoIFg5I/AAAAAAAAADc/8mCeXXuEtf4/s1600-h/IMG_0793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/S3OemoIFg5I/AAAAAAAAADc/8mCeXXuEtf4/s320/IMG_0793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436863561609872274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jaimee does the LIMBO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, as you can see, "Life is Good", the slogan on my key-chain I bought while in the hospital with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt;, the unintended first step to speaking into existence a better attitude no matter what our circumstance. We have been blessed indeed.  For those who want to pray with us: we continue to pray for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Jaimee's&lt;/span&gt; hips to get more motion and nerve connection in them as that will help her in her walking the most right now.  Lots of love and hugs to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Mardee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765270520658551468-2823531298054657162?l=jessopsonthego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessopsonthego.blogspot.com/feeds/2823531298054657162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765270520658551468&amp;postID=2823531298054657162' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765270520658551468/posts/default/2823531298054657162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765270520658551468/posts/default/2823531298054657162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessopsonthego.blogspot.com/2010/01/attitude.html' title='Attitude'/><author><name>Mardee Jessop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575236892561672354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/SNmRip7XI1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pyYWgynewCY/S220/Business_card_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/S3Lt-YihJsI/AAAAAAAAACY/x-oWmsT6erw/s72-c/IMG_0788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765270520658551468.post-6458925342796512119</id><published>2009-11-20T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T09:29:43.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aftershock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/SwbQku-PZmI/AAAAAAAAABo/vHAiBOElw78/s1600/IMG_2836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/SwbQku-PZmI/AAAAAAAAABo/vHAiBOElw78/s320/IMG_2836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406237732207814242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I a made the commitment, I'm going to therapy.  It wasn't that I knew I didn't need help, it was a matter of a good time, but really, is there ever a "good time"?  I guess when you feel like you can't breathe and your emotions are all over the place it's a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sit here at my computer writing about this because I feel good when I write.  I love to write and always have loved to write.  I hope that by somehow sharing what I am going through it helps heal me and settles down some of the chaos floating around in my head. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my mother the other day and she mentioned that what I was going through is like an aftershock of a large earthquake.  Here we had this tremendous, life-altering event nearly 8 months ago and now that the main earthquake or crisis has past the aftershocks of that event are now coming and I think I am safe to say there will be more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current aftershock I am experiencing feels like I'm hyperventilating, can't breathe, can't predict or imagine the world in all it's rosy colors, just the unknown in Jaimee's situation grips me with fear.  In some ways this aftershock hurts more than the event itself because I was so numb for so long.  Everything was such a blur and so clear at the same time.  All I knew was that I had to keep my head up, I had to keep going, I had to keep it all together.  Now that the numbness is wearing off, the pain seems to be surfacing or resurfacing; the unraveling is happening.  All may appear rosy but there are those moments.  You know those moments when you just simply cannot control the heartache, the fear, the tears, the panic and so much more.  And yet, Jaimee is the best part of this entire experience.  She is not deterred, but determined.  She in not doubtful, but tenacious. She is a shinning light to everyone around her.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt; experience however, is mine.  It is unique to me as Jaimee's recovery is unique to her.  These aftershocks are what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; have to work out and somehow find the resolve to be as my sweet daughter naturally is, steadfast, joyful and determined to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today and I am thankful for this experience.  Today I see it as an opportunity to be introspective, to dig a little deeper, to define my own character.  I look forward to the things I will be learning and hope to continue sharing my personal insights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mardee                                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765270520658551468-6458925342796512119?l=jessopsonthego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessopsonthego.blogspot.com/feeds/6458925342796512119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765270520658551468&amp;postID=6458925342796512119' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765270520658551468/posts/default/6458925342796512119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765270520658551468/posts/default/6458925342796512119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessopsonthego.blogspot.com/2009/11/aftershock.html' title='Aftershock'/><author><name>Mardee Jessop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575236892561672354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/SNmRip7XI1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pyYWgynewCY/S220/Business_card_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/SwbQku-PZmI/AAAAAAAAABo/vHAiBOElw78/s72-c/IMG_2836.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765270520658551468.post-4816077275087313766</id><published>2009-11-13T13:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T23:45:52.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting news...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The last couple of weeks have been so EXCITING!  Jaimee has made so much improvement it blows us away.  Since yesterday she has been talking, actually repeating what she hears others say in a conversation not just the words we try to get her to say.  It's so unbelievable, I wish I could just harness the enthusiasm we feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;over it all-daily improvement-it's incredible!  This seemed to happen the first time she was sick in September, I was so worried she would be missing too much therapy but when she isn't using her large motor skills she seems to have a huge vocabulary increase.  Whatever way it comes we are so grateful and blessed to watch this happen.  Here are some of her new "tricks" as we call it:  Jaimee can walk over 100 feet unassisted.  She can say Momma, Dadda, Mom, Dad, pee-pee, Baba, 1-10 numbers but four is her favorite as she shows us all the time and also asks us to ask her how old she is where she very enthusiastically says "Four" and holds up her 4 little fingers with her thumb back (the thumb she use to very cutely hold back with her other hand because she couldn't get her thumb to work the way she wanted it to).  She can say baby, night-night, phone, no, na, yeah, ya,  She can say Nay for Nathan and Beh for Ben and J.D. she says pretty well too.  The greatest one is she can say her NAME! She can complete sentences.  She can tell you how old she will be on her next birthday (no one said the answer she did it on her own). It's so great to hear her talking, our baby is actually talking and walking after being awake for 7 months!  Two Sundays ago we arrived late to church and Jeff, Jaimee and I sat on the couch in the foyer.  She stood up on her own and walked down the hallway, we just sat there and watched.  We didn't spot her, we didn't coddle her, we just looked at each&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;other and cried.  Her brothers on the other hand were nervous mother hens trying to protect her while we just encouraged them to let her be.  She can turn around, walk backwards, she has an infectious laugh, especially when she is trying to be contradictory.  Yes, the old Jaimee is still there, always teasing, contradictory, a little she-devil, yep, she's all in there all right!  She has been unusually sick a lot since Sept.  She has been sick again all week and now Nathan is too!  We just can't seem to shake it.  Ben and J.D. seem to be hanging in there despite a little sniffle cold for J.D. this past week.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Boy News- Ben and Nathan are both doing well at Knolls Elementary.  We like their teachers and see steady progress in both of them and they seem to be happy and thriving in their new setting.  The latest news is that J.D. finished the testing with the district and qualified for a special ed class with other kids who struggle with learning disabilities and he is doing just great! Not sure what the educational impact for him will be this year but the "Coolest" kid at his school seemed to be quite threatened by J.D.'s good looks and wanted him to know on his first day that he was unquestionably the coolest kid and he "got all the girls" at Santa Susana Elementary! (his friends on the otherhand protested those statements).  Ahh, the joys of pre-pubescence!  Anyone who knows J.D. knows he couldn't care less about the girls (that he'll admit to anyway).  Although his brother Ben gave him some pretty keen advice, he told J.D. to tell that kid that, "He can keep the girls, and you'll keep the Cool!"  LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/Sv5e0Gyr3gI/AAAAAAAAABg/8jgjN47AOxM/s1600-h/Dec+2008+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/Sv5e0Gyr3gI/AAAAAAAAABg/8jgjN47AOxM/s320/Dec+2008+083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403860852160585218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All in all, things seem to be settling a bit, still not unpacked and still always lots to do but we our managing like the rest.  We are blessed to have our long time babysitter Janelle with us still watching Jaimee 2-3 days a week to give me a break.  We all love her visits.  And things seem to finally be turning around at work for Jeff.  He's getting new customers and more orders from the regular ones so we are encouraged for a better year in 2010.  I'm sure I am missing so many details but hopefully I'll have more to share soon.  We most certainly know that the Lord loves us.  He has shown it time and time again this year in the many ways he has blessed us.  Enjoy the holidays, there truly is so much to be thankful for!  We can't tell you how thrilled we are to have our Jaimee.  To have been so close to losing her was and is so devasting but to see her get dressed up as a cow girl for Halloween and practically run up on stage for the children's costume parade, I had to hold back the floodgates of tears that she was even  THERE, able to stand up, walk up those stairs and walk around the stage only holding on to one finger of mine-it was a living miracle!  To see her speaking now, teasing, making us laugh, Jeff and I, our boys, we just can't help but smile and be thankful to have her in our family.  I remember leaning over her body giving her CPR and thinking "we can't lose her, her brothers can't lose their sister", she literally lights up our life!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gratitude&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;we reflect on at this time of year, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;thankfulness&lt;/span&gt; that we feel to still be allowed to have her with us, it just doesn't quite cut it.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mardee&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jeff and the kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765270520658551468-4816077275087313766?l=jessopsonthego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessopsonthego.blogspot.com/feeds/4816077275087313766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765270520658551468&amp;postID=4816077275087313766' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765270520658551468/posts/default/4816077275087313766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765270520658551468/posts/default/4816077275087313766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessopsonthego.blogspot.com/2009/11/exciting-news.html' title='Exciting news...'/><author><name>Mardee Jessop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575236892561672354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/SNmRip7XI1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pyYWgynewCY/S220/Business_card_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/Sv5e0Gyr3gI/AAAAAAAAABg/8jgjN47AOxM/s72-c/Dec+2008+083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765270520658551468.post-5251737884214828091</id><published>2009-09-22T22:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T22:38:55.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mocha Jessop 12-15-95 to 9-22-09 R.I.P.</title><content type='html'>Six months ago today, what I fondly refer to as Black Tuesday, was the most difficult day of my life and I'll speak for Jeff as well that he too feels the same.  Today was an equally difficult day in that we lost our wonderful dog Mocha.  After nearly 14 years together we are deeply saddened by the loss.  She was the greatest dog, a fierce protector, a loving pet, a loyal family member-one of our greatest joys.  She howled and moaned the day we brought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt; home from the hospital, mourning all that had happened and showing us how much she had missed her buddy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt;.  She faithfully laid under &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jaimee's&lt;/span&gt; feet each day as she recovered.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Mocha was a young pup she use to climb the fences like a cat-an odd sight for such a large dog.  For a time when we lived in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Simi&lt;/span&gt; she would prowl the Knolls ever night with her brother Max coming home exhausted in the wee hours of the morning-that party girl!  She would sense danger and protect "her babies" (the kids).  She was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;everybody's&lt;/span&gt; friend and proved it by every unwanted lick and clinging hair she left behind.  She would out-smart the dog catcher, she would anxiously wait at the door for Jeff's arrival each day from work, she would crawl into bed with me and Jeff and sit on our laps like she was a 15 lb. dog instead of a 45 lb dog.  She loved all adults and all children that passed her way whether they wanted her to or not. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As in all forms of life there is a day when death awaits for no one-today was that day.  Mocha had shown us it was coming.  She had lost her sight and taste in the last 2 weeks as well as she had distanced herself from the family by only wanting to be outdoors and sleeping most of the days and nights away.  We were happy though to see her enjoying the big backyard at our new house for the last 5 weeks.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how much pain she was in when I found her having a seizure in the backyard today, but Jeff was good to ask the Vet to give her something to ease her comfort while we made the sad drive to the county shelter to have her put down.  She never had to be put down though, she quietly and peacefully died at the shelter in Jeff's arms in the parking lot.  Even in death she truly was a beautiful, kind old dog that loved life and loved us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll miss you my dear, sweet Mocha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765270520658551468-5251737884214828091?l=jessopsonthego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessopsonthego.blogspot.com/feeds/5251737884214828091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765270520658551468&amp;postID=5251737884214828091' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765270520658551468/posts/default/5251737884214828091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765270520658551468/posts/default/5251737884214828091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessopsonthego.blogspot.com/2009/09/six-months-ago-today-what-i-fondly.html' title='Mocha Jessop 12-15-95 to 9-22-09 R.I.P.'/><author><name>Mardee Jessop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575236892561672354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/SNmRip7XI1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pyYWgynewCY/S220/Business_card_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765270520658551468.post-1716686857875373323</id><published>2009-07-09T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T08:54:54.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons from Matthew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;I've always been a person who didn't like to ask for help-for myself that is. It's a difficult thing to be vulnerable to others, to accept generosity in all its forms.  I have been thinking about this for months.  Jeff and I have talked about how much in awe we are of the kindness of so many. You would expect your family and friends to shoulder a burden or two on occasion but strangers from all over is quite another thing.  Its perplexing and yet humbling the sheer beauty in humanity.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A couple of years ago we turned off the TV in our house and turned on conversation and reading.  The nice thing about doing that was 1. To cut the TV addiction of my family, 2. To tune out the garbage on TV and 3. To read online or watch video highlights of the most important news we wanted to know.  We no longer wanted to be the receptacle of so much filth pouring into our home, our minds and our attitudes.  After all, we do have a choice, right?  Much of what we saw was horrible, negative, and sometimes disgusting "news".  Well, what I think is news worthy are all the hundreds of people who have shown such amazing acts of kindness to our family.  It's not just kindness or goodness it's godliness- the light of Christ that has been blanketed over our family.  Matthew 25:35-36, 40 "For I was an hungered, and ye gave me meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me in.  Naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison: and ye came unto me. Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me."  We were hungry and thirsty, without clean clothes or basic needs all of which was brought to us at will at the hospitals we stayed.  We were sick with grief and in a prison so to speak of the most immense pain and anxiety over what life would hold for our daughter, our family, not to mention whether or not she would even survive the first week.  Church family came to mow our lawn and clean our house.  Friends took care of our pets and wrote us letters.  They and those we didn't know sent cards and gifts, food and money.  Friends and strangers alike have come together to organize one fundraiser after another. Donations, whether of clothes for the garage sale or monetary came from all over.  The garage sale alone did not just bless our family it blessed the families of those who participated and those who with little money cried because they needed inexpensive furnishings for their kids as they were starting life over.  The goodness of God was seen and felt everywhere at every turn.  We truly were a stranger to thousands who prayed for our family, who prayed for Jaimee to survive-we were a stranger and taken in by your hearts and minds wrapping your love around our fragile family. Your strength made us strong:  Your faith buoyed our own:  Your encouragement helped us put one foot in front of the other.  What would this world be like if we didn't have one another?  Our Father in Heaven is such a loving God to give each of us so much purpose and meaning in each others lives.  How grateful we are for the knowledge that we are all brothers and sisters in a much larger plan.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;At Northridge hospital there was a little boy from Palmdale who was next door to Jaimee's room, his name was Matthew.  I never met him but he impacted our lives nevertheless.  His family arrived a couple days before ours.  He drowned in the backyard of his grandparents pool and lay there severely injured.  We came to know the family really well as families do in these situations while minutes and hours go by day in day out all waiting for some kind of hope.  In the process of waiting they found out we were Mormon and asked for a Priesthood blessing for Matthew.  I think it was the third day we were there and still in all our grief and not knowing what would happen to Jaimee we found ourselves praying for Matthew, comforting his family, having opportunity to serve their family with a blessing, it was ironic and wonderful at the same time; strangers brought together under the most difficult of circumstances supporting each other and hoping for the best outcome.  Sadly, Matthew died and yet in all their grief while Jaimee was for the first time showing improvement, they reached out to us with a loving embrace and encouraged us and said they would keep praying for Jaimee-such kindness and unselfishness after having loss little Matty.  Nothing can describe what that was like except that our families will always share that experience.  Thank you Matty for letting us be there for your family and for them being there for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What are the lessons in life we are suppose to learn?  I often ponder this question.  What is it that God wants me to learn?  How can I make His purposes manifest in my life?  I am still working on it, hoping for the clarity to come when its needed and that I honor my Heavenly Father in the process by being grateful for the experiences along the way.  I'll let you know how it goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mardee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765270520658551468-1716686857875373323?l=jessopsonthego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessopsonthego.blogspot.com/feeds/1716686857875373323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765270520658551468&amp;postID=1716686857875373323' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765270520658551468/posts/default/1716686857875373323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765270520658551468/posts/default/1716686857875373323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessopsonthego.blogspot.com/2009/07/lessons-from-matthew.html' title='Lessons from Matthew'/><author><name>Mardee Jessop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575236892561672354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/SNmRip7XI1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pyYWgynewCY/S220/Business_card_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765270520658551468.post-3628709759502552457</id><published>2009-07-05T00:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T00:51:03.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Also Check Out The Bird's Blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Forgot to mention all that happened in June!  My good friends the Bird's and the Jenk's held a fantastically successful garage sale for Jaimee's medical expenses that aren't covered by Kaiser.  Due to the success of that we are already starting to purchase things for Jaimee to keep her comfortable, safe and always re-learning!  Please go to the Bird's blog on the left of the screen to see the pictures. All the amazing donations took up three homes.  People kept coming all day non-stop!  thanks to all our good friends who gave donations to the garage sale and monetary ones to Jaimee.  We love you all!  Thanks to all the workers who worked all night the day before, the boys who camped out guarding the goods and all those who stayed to work on June 13th.  You all did an amazing job.  Special thanks to Michelle for once again doing what other won't-you are a great friend!  Because of you we will be able to get Jaimee some very needed items to help her continue to progress and to help her at every stage in her growth as she gets closer and closer to walking again.  Love you guys!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mardee and Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765270520658551468-3628709759502552457?l=jessopsonthego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessopsonthego.blogspot.com/feeds/3628709759502552457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765270520658551468&amp;postID=3628709759502552457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765270520658551468/posts/default/3628709759502552457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765270520658551468/posts/default/3628709759502552457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessopsonthego.blogspot.com/2009/07/also-check-out-birds-blog.html' title='Also Check Out The Bird&apos;s Blog...'/><author><name>Mardee Jessop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575236892561672354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/SNmRip7XI1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pyYWgynewCY/S220/Business_card_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765270520658551468.post-4687525258644653528</id><published>2009-06-25T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T09:04:04.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Mother hear me ROAR!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;, so the title of this post is a little self indulgent but hear me out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Nine weeks ago we came home from the hospital exhausted and fed up with our experience at Kaiser in Hollywood.  I was done.  I had had it with the lack of good care and lack of a coordinated effort to help my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;.  She was my daughter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;, I could get up with her and feed her in the middle of the night if she needed it, couldn't I?  I could bath her and take care of her, she was and always will be my little baby, right?  Knowing that we would have help from therapists and in home health care, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;dietitian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; and speech therapy and the list goes on.  We would be fine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Low and behold after almost a week at home the phone hadn't rang from all those promised services.  Where was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;?  As it turned out our discharge paperwork was never sent out of the hospital.  No one knew we even existed.  Shortly thereafter ensued the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;plethora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; of therapies, doctor visits, etc. all but the much needed speech therapy and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;dietitian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;intervention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; had been receiving daily therapy and review of her diet in the hospital.  She did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; pass the swallow test and was sent home on a pured diet.  Well after 8 weeks, it finally took filing a formal complaint with Kaiser to get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;anyones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; attention.  That along with the 5 page letter I sent regarding our actual stay at Kaiser (perhaps I'll share that another time).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;So we went for the speech therapy evaluation about a week ago and the therapist didn't think she needed her feeding tube any longer (G tube).  So a new swallow test was ordered for mid July.  My nurse and I decided that that just wasn't good enough.  We had been waiting weeks for help.  I alone had been pushing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; to see how much she would let me ween her off the G tube.  Each week she ate a little better, her tastes came back, her jaws got stronger and as of last week I had given her only one feeding in the G tube (She started with 5 a day the amount needed to sustain her daily caloric intake).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;It wasn't easy, feeding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; in the beginning was painful-it took literally hours to get through one meal of 250 calories so I had to split up that one meal, half in the morning and half at night, each one alone could take an hour.  Eventually she could eat all of her one meal at one setting within 30-45 minutes so onward I continued to ween her and add back in more food.  Today, I am happy to say she is G-tube Free and 100% on solid foods!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;She finally got that speech therapy appointment, the swallow test was ordered, after two sips of soy milk, two bites of applesauce and one bite of a cookie all with barium I might add, she was considered 150% NORMAL!  No weakness whatsoever!  TRIUMPHANT was all that came to me over and over again.  I had never felt the full effect of that word more than at that moment.  My adrenaline was pumping, tears began to flow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; and I rejoiced in our success.  We then walked across the street to see her G.I. doctor and out came the tube in one quick snip with the scissors and we were on our way.  I was so happy to share all of this with my cousin Shelby who was visiting from Utah and also with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Madi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; her daughter, it was a great day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I started this post the day after this event about ten days ago and I can only say there has been even more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;improvements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; can prop herself up on her forearms and then push up on her hands into a sitting position.  She can't stay up for more than a few seconds on her own but she is making consistent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;improvements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; each day.  She can not only hold her cup if she drops it she can now find it and pick it up.  She is now saying "AH" and "M".  She is learning to communicate better by nodding her head for yes and side to side for no-the head control is a bit difficult but I see some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;improvements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; there too.  She can raise her hands for "up" and when she is hungry she just makes chomping gestures with her mouth which is adorable.  She is also learning to walk better.  Each day we walk her up and down the hallways from one place to another.  She really loves to walk.  She struggles and it will be some time perhaps a year before she gets the hang of it but she is learning to keep her feet flat right now and gaining strength in her legs.  She can stand on flat feet for about a half a minute with little support.  Sitting up is becoming old hat almost.  She can't quite do it all herself but if you hold her ankles or legs on the bed it's a cinch.  She is learning still to keep her legs down when she tries to sit.  She can sit in Jeff's recliner and just hang out watching a movie.  When you look at her you can't see that there's anything wrong with her at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Yesterday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; was given her new wheel chair along with a gift of Becky the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Par-Olympian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; friend of Barbie.  She sits in a wheel chair too.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; seems to be getting use to her new chair and we couldn't be happier to have her up higher than her car seat on the floor-now she sits at the table with us for breakfast, lunch and dinner.  She has a whole new found freedom and much better posture-her chair is even sparkly blue but we might need to put a little girl power into it with a little pink somewhere.  HUGE thanks to the Rice family for the many weeks of letting us borrow their jogging stroller-you are the best!  We love you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; has made so many great &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;improvements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; that as of next week she will be discharged from Kaiser In Home Health Care and sent to out patient therapy.  This means progress for her and more driving for Mom but I'm happy to do it.  I want to thank George, Lori Ann and Tammy for doing such an excellent job with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;.  For using their talent and gifts to reach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;, push her and make her work hard for each and every improvement.  George and Lori Ann have withstood all of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Jaimee's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;flailing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; arms and legs, felt every slice and dice to the body and other tender areas, took every slap and kick to the face and gut without complaint (not much anyway) and just loved her better.  Thanks again to our friends at Kaiser Home Health-you're the best.  Lori Ann, we will keep praying that the doors will open for you to pursue your education and become the Pediatric PT you were born to be!  Tammy you helped me so much with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; and reassured me in all my nursing efforts with her.  George, there's nothing better than having a friend from church show up at my door to be my daughter's therapist it was a joy to have you around-thanks for passing on your "toy-junk" (wink, wink).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;We have some special prayer requests as this month will be a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;pivotal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; one in which many decisions will need to be made over the next month.  We will be moving to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Simi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; Valley in August and will need a home to rent.  Our one and only working car broke down today and we are trying to find a used car that will fit our 6 person family, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Jaimee's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; wheel chair and our "stuff".  All of the efforts to get the care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; has received so far will all need to be moved to all new Doctors, Nurses, Therapists, etc. etc. and we are praying for an easy and smooth transition as we move her care to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Simi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; Valley/ Woodland Hills Kaiser.  For &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; we are praying that strength continues to come to her arms and hands as she learns to sit up on her own and learns to feed herself again.  Thank you all for taking the time and effort to pray on our behalf. WE FEEL IT!!!  We couldn't have felt so sustained otherwise.  Love and blessings to you all and your families.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Mardee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765270520658551468-4687525258644653528?l=jessopsonthego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessopsonthego.blogspot.com/feeds/4687525258644653528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765270520658551468&amp;postID=4687525258644653528' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765270520658551468/posts/default/4687525258644653528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765270520658551468/posts/default/4687525258644653528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessopsonthego.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-mother-hear-me-roar.html' title='I am Mother hear me ROAR!!!!'/><author><name>Mardee Jessop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575236892561672354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/SNmRip7XI1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pyYWgynewCY/S220/Business_card_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765270520658551468.post-7763304648209344237</id><published>2009-06-05T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:38:30.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High 5!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I know I keep saying the word amazing in just about every post I make but truly this girl of mine amazes me!  There are so many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;facets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; to traumatic brain injuries.  You can lose so much and yet if you are young enough you can regain it all back so fast.  Once again she has triumphed!  She has regained all five senses- Hearing, Vision, Touch, Smell and Taste! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;On &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; evening I had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; on my lap.  I ate a corn chip and noticed she was eye-balling it.  I asked her if she wanted a bite and put the chip in front of her, she leaned forward, opened her mouth and took and tiny bite on the end of the chip-she liked it. Although I had initially thought she had her appetite back, I never considered she had lost those senses since it wasn't ever discussed by the doctors before.  Friday she ate more and she seemed to be more fussy when I cooked meals for the family.  By Saturday she wanted just about anything anyone else was eating.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;After having beans and cheese, chips, crackers, blueberries and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;raspberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;, juice, milk, eggs, and a bunch of other things I knew she was finally demonstrating hunger.  Sunday night sealed the deal.  I popped popcorn and the smell drove her into a frenzy demanding to be a part of the family fun.  We bit off the hard parts of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;kernels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;, fed her the soft popped part and watched as she was left all smiles in a buttery bliss of popcorn. Not too shabby for only having been 11 weeks since the accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;As of last night she ate chunks of chicken, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;cantaloupe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; and squash.  She seems to be eating faster, larger portions which is forcing her to exercise her jaws more to chew.  We can only hope she will be off her feeding tube soon (less than 6 months) so we can get her crawling again.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;For those wanting to continue to know what to pray for I would ask you to focus your prayers on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Jaimee's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; ability to chew and to communicate through words and sign.  The down side of so much improvement comes much frustration in her lack of ability to communicate with us.  Thanks again for all the prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Mardee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765270520658551468-7763304648209344237?l=jessopsonthego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessopsonthego.blogspot.com/feeds/7763304648209344237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765270520658551468&amp;postID=7763304648209344237' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765270520658551468/posts/default/7763304648209344237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765270520658551468/posts/default/7763304648209344237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessopsonthego.blogspot.com/2009/06/high-5.html' title='High 5!!!'/><author><name>Mardee Jessop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575236892561672354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/SNmRip7XI1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pyYWgynewCY/S220/Business_card_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765270520658551468.post-4452485506735380951</id><published>2009-06-01T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:30:32.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th Birthday Jaimee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This last week we celebrated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaimee's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Birthday on Thursday the 28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; of May.  The best news came that morning when I received a phone call from my mom that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; had been granted a new customized wheelchair from the efforts of our patient advocate at United Cerebral Palsy Foundation!! I was instantly in shock and bawling of course.  The interesting thing about this story is that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UCP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; contacted several places including fighting on our behalf with Kaiser for a wheelchair but to no avail.  Thanks to Teri &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lantz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UCP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, advocating on our behalf, she had a contact&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; that heard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaimee's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; story and wanted to help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; We can't see this than anything other than an answer to prayer.  Thank you Mom and Teri for making this happen for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In addition to that great news, a few days earlier we had a surprise visit from Sheriff Janice Banks the Sheriff who was first on the scene while I was giving CPR to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.  She came in and assisted me and together we finally were able to get a pulse on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.  I had only been thinking about finding her the previous day not knowing what her name was but wanting to thank her for what she had done for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, keeping me calm and how she kindly handled my boys in the aftermath.  Low and behold there she was at my door!  When she saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; she became very emotional.  In all the years she has been a Sheriff she has never had to give anyone CPR so this was quite emotional for her to see this little girl alive because she wasn't sure she would make it.  Thank you Janice Banks-we are bonded for life!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; continues to show progress.  She tries holding a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; cup and drinking by herself.  Her eye/hand coordination continues to improve.  At one time we suspected optical damage and now she can track across the room, hold your gaze, look into another room and smile at you.  We are amazed by how she demonstrates her will to heal herself.  She practically lifts half her body up to try and sit up in her bed.  She is saying more in just the last two days-lots of giddy squeals and laughter, along with more sounds that sound like words. We continue to pray for her body and mind to heal.  Just when Jeff and I start to feel down and out it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaimee's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; hearty laughter that brings us back to reality.  The boys are a big part of this as well.  They tickle her, help her pray like they did when she was a baby learning to talk.  They hold her drink for her, experiment making baby food for her and feed her until she spits at them and they all roll with laughter.  I remember one of the many hundreds of thoughts that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; through my mind while giving her CPR was that her brothers just couldn't live a life without her-she has to make it for them.  I see why now, they just adore her every move, her every sound, her every giggle and when she has a bad day, it's they who make her laugh another da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love to all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mardee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765270520658551468-4452485506735380951?l=jessopsonthego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessopsonthego.blogspot.com/feeds/4452485506735380951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765270520658551468&amp;postID=4452485506735380951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765270520658551468/posts/default/4452485506735380951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765270520658551468/posts/default/4452485506735380951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessopsonthego.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-last-week-we-celebrated-jaimees-4.html' title='Happy 4th Birthday Jaimee'/><author><name>Mardee Jessop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575236892561672354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/SNmRip7XI1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pyYWgynewCY/S220/Business_card_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765270520658551468.post-1288152859683767759</id><published>2009-05-21T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T15:37:23.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5/21/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just had my awesome cousin leave me so I'm a little sad now since she fit right in with our little family and spoiled me rotten with her amazing energy and equally amazing cooking! Jeff and I actually got to go on several dates and recall what it is to be a couple again with time to laugh, talk, have picnic dinners (made by Kristin of course) and catch some movies.  Thanks Kristin, you are the best and we could never repay you for what you have done for our family. Love you!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So now it's back to the grind although we are never without help these days from family and church family. What would we ever do without you!!!  Such a blessing to our lives.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know you are all dying to hear the updates on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt;, so here goes...she is getting better at holding her head up.  She can hold her head up for about 10-15 seconds sitting on my lap or holding her up in her bed. Her back and hips are getting very strong, in fact she can lift her butt and back up so I can put on a diaper or clothes, so that helps since she is very tall and bigger than a baby which makes it sometimes awkward.  She can also lift her head up and help pull herself up in her bed but she can't support herself yet.  The stronger her neck and back gets the better for when she learns to crawl which by the way she is getting ready to do soon.  When her stomach is properly bandaged she can roll on her tummy and is starting to find her hand/elbow strength for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;proping&lt;/span&gt; herself up and she can lift and turn her head for a few seconds.  Soon after her G-tube is replaced with the Mickie or button tube then she should be able to more easily learn to start crawling.  We do prop her on her knees and she does like to scoot forward.  She can even stand on her feet and bare weight for about 20-30 seconds as I hold her and we rock back and forth practicing the feeling of standing.  We hope her hand and leg coordination come back soon to help aid her in these processes of crawling/walking.  Last Sunday I think, Jeff gave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt; a cup and helped her learn to drink from it which she did with some practice.  In the last couple of days I have worked with her holding a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; cup and drinking from it.  She cannot hold anything yet but we keep practicing.  She did learn after about 4 or 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;trys&lt;/span&gt; how to sip from the cup.  I have been reducing her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; since she has more muscle control and less muscle spasms.  After waking up with what looked like a hangover the other day I have now reduced the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; even more.  So as she gets stronger she shows us how she is ready to move on.  With all the progress we have much to be grateful for and yet I do have those days of lots of tears and sorrow as I see her trying to do things in her therapy appointments that she just can't do (for now).  Seeing just how far she has to go and how many years this may take is daunting at times but it's the support and love and encouragement from all around that reminds us to be strong and faithful.   I wish I could take this all away from her but she continues to show us just how strong she really is.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As school is tapering off and busy schedules slow down for the summer for all of you and your families we hope you have great plans to enjoy the great weather, take lots of pictures and videos, spend quiet moments together hugging and tickling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;eachother&lt;/span&gt;.  We wished we had taken more videos of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt; and being the last kid it ended up being the last on "the list".  Sometimes we far too often put the most important things at the bottom of the list and let the less important rise to the top of the list.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love and hugs to all!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mardee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765270520658551468-1288152859683767759?l=jessopsonthego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessopsonthego.blogspot.com/feeds/1288152859683767759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765270520658551468&amp;postID=1288152859683767759' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765270520658551468/posts/default/1288152859683767759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765270520658551468/posts/default/1288152859683767759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessopsonthego.blogspot.com/2009/05/52109.html' title='5/21/09'/><author><name>Mardee Jessop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575236892561672354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/SNmRip7XI1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pyYWgynewCY/S220/Business_card_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765270520658551468.post-4272619965410436888</id><published>2009-05-09T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T08:24:01.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Nurses Week</title><content type='html'>I was asked to write a letter to the nursing staff at Northridge. I thought I would add it to this blog since they all enjoyed it so much. Happy Mother's Day and Nurses Week to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never gave much thought to Nurses Week. I, like millions of others probably heard of it at one time or another or perhaps noticed it on a memo or from a 30 second news clip. I can honestly say I will never take for granted what this week means. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simply said, to me, this honored week means my daughter is alive. Although Doctor Semnani might wonder why we aren’t celebrating Doctors Week then! =) (He knows exactly where he stands with us.)&lt;br /&gt;This week represents not just careful attention to detail, stats and reports or dutifully administering medications or the quick changing of linens and garments, it represents the difference you make in the life of a family.&lt;br /&gt;Our family has always believed in the importance of being an example of living an honorable life. If you make the difference in one life you have the potential to make the difference in many. The Nurses at Northridge Hospital have done just that.&lt;br /&gt;All of you who took care of Jaimee didn’t just take care of her; you loved her. You didn’t just hope for her recovery; you prayed for it. You didn’t just treat her well; you treated her like she was your very own. You didn’t just do all that for Jaimee; you did it for all of us, her family- me, Jeff and our three boys, Nathan, Ben and J.D. The business and procedures of the hospital never interfered with your kindness and consideration for her or for our family. I never thought it possible but you actually made room 2219 our home-that and the nice patio outside, wink, wink! =)&lt;br /&gt;In the morning hours you greeted us happily giving us hope for a new day, making sure we ate and took good care of ourselves. When the florescent lights dimmed at night and exhaustion set in you stayed up late working and talking with us and letting us just cry. You were strong and stalwart all throughout while we mourned what we may have lost, while we feared what could happen, you were there when we felt the sorrowful loss of little Matty next door, and rejoiced when Jaimee first smiled and recognized us. You were also there to say goodbye when we painfully had to leave, still unsure of the path that lay before us. You gave her gifts and visited her on your day off. You didn’t just do your job; you literally became a part of our little family. You opened those big white doors, took us in, and opened your arms and hearts to us. For all of that and more we love you, we love each and every one of you.&lt;br /&gt;Born almost 189 years ago it was said of Florence Nightingale, “She is a ‘ministering angel’ without any exaggeration in these hospitals, and as her slender form glides quietly along each corridor, every poor fellow's face softens with gratitude at the sight of her. When all the medical officers have retired for the night and silence and darkness have settled down upon those miles of prostrate sick, she may be observed alone, with a little lamp in her hand, making her solitary rounds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Florence_Nightengale#cite_note-7#cite_note-7"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[8]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Florence, you are angels going from room to room, patient to patient softening the hearts and minds of every family. Thank you for all that you do both seen and unseen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love and gratitude,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mardee, Jeff, J.D., Ben, Nathan, and Jaimee Jessop&lt;br /&gt;5/7/09&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765270520658551468-4272619965410436888?l=jessopsonthego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessopsonthego.blogspot.com/feeds/4272619965410436888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765270520658551468&amp;postID=4272619965410436888' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765270520658551468/posts/default/4272619965410436888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765270520658551468/posts/default/4272619965410436888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessopsonthego.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-nurses-week.html' title='Happy Nurses Week'/><author><name>Mardee Jessop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575236892561672354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/SNmRip7XI1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pyYWgynewCY/S220/Business_card_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765270520658551468.post-3466373112383669185</id><published>2009-05-05T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:19:55.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week in just a matter of days we have seen great things happen.  Each new day is a waiting surprise for us to see what our beautiful little girl will do and say.  Today Jaimee got her hands raised above her shoulders and played with her hair.  She also starting making sounds again, ba, da, pa, fa and kinda said "hi".  The other day we could swear we heard her say "Hey!"  Yeah- Go Jaimee  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765270520658551468-3466373112383669185?l=jessopsonthego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessopsonthego.blogspot.com/feeds/3466373112383669185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765270520658551468&amp;postID=3466373112383669185' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765270520658551468/posts/default/3466373112383669185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765270520658551468/posts/default/3466373112383669185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessopsonthego.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-week-in-just-matter-of-days-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Mardee Jessop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575236892561672354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/SNmRip7XI1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pyYWgynewCY/S220/Business_card_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765270520658551468.post-1104475322655834865</id><published>2009-05-02T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:07:18.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding a New Normal</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After 5 weeks we finally arrived home from the hospital. We spent those weeks in anguish wondering what life had in store for our sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt; and our little family of 6. We knew that we had to find a new normal. We weren't getting back our vivacious, precocious little girl. What we did get came a surprise the day her eyes were open while on the ventilator and I sang her favorite song. She looked right at me and smiled the most beautiful smile I have ever seen. She has been smiling ever since. Her familiar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt; attitude and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt; Looks" are still there although not as frequent which isn't exactly a bad thing. :) It's been wonderful to love her, kiss her, tickle her and have her eat up every moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Those who knew her well knew she wasn't a baby very long at all. She was always in a hurry to grow up, experience everything she could and to do it all on her own when and where she wanted. Now our normal seems in some ways to ironically be normal. Much like the normal of having a 5 month old baby. So as Jeff appropriately said one night to me while drowning in sorrowful tears, mourning the loss of what was, he exclaimed, "we now get our baby back." The boys get to dote on her which they love. They have learned so quickly to do it effortlessly and she adores them so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She makes progress each day and we cheer her on just as you would when a baby learns a new "trick" for the first time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There is so much joy and love how could we feel anything but blessed that a loving Heavenly Father allowed us to keep her a part of our family. Miracles really do happen and she is our miracle baby. We now get the chance to live life over again with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt; and watch her little personality and body develop and grow as much and as far as she is willing to take it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We thank all of the hundreds and perhaps thousands of prayers that have been offered on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jaimee's&lt;/span&gt; and our behalf. We were amazed with the flood of responses from all regions and from all religions. Prayers were being offered internationally, from east coast to west. Her name was added to prayer roll after prayer roll in many, many temples. Prayer groups were notified immediately. Cell phones were ablaze, text messages were flying and the worldwide web of email and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; were bombarded with requests for prayer and fasting-because of that effort she is here. The Lord heard you-He heard all of us! And for that we thank you. We&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; thank the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Spotten's&lt;/span&gt; for coming to my rescue and caring for our boys in those initial and most difficult days, for loving them and protecting them as they went through interview after interview. We thank them along with the Bird's for taking control of our home and putting order back into a place of horrific chaos making our home welcoming to come back to despite what occurred here. We thank the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ibarra's, Sheryl and Kim&lt;/span&gt; for participating in that effort as well. We thank our wonderful and prayerful neighbors who protectively cared for our kids initially and watched out for our home. We thank the Thomas' for faithfully taking care of our dog and bird and loved them while we were away. We thank all those who visited us, who brought food and clothing to us, presents and cards and money for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt;-you all know who you are. We thank our ward family of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Littlerock&lt;/span&gt; and those of our previous ward family who have and continue to volunteer to provide support and service in the most Christ like of ways. We thank our wonderful, loyal, and selfless family who dropped everything and came at all hours of every day to support us through the most difficult weeks of our life-this has been gut-wrenching for all of them. They each have suffered and mourned with us as well as our close friends have, more than I'm sure even we will know. Our family opened their hearts, their homes, their arms to our 3 boys and encircled them in love for 5 weeks while we tended to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt;. I can't thank them enough. Because of all of them my boys felt at peace, they were comforted when needed, they found times of great joy and fun and created lasting bonds with their cousins and for that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; be more grateful for those tender mercies the Lord continues to provide even in dark days. I am amazed and humbled by the warmth we are surrounded in. Heavenly Father has living angels all around us and we literally feel how strong your faith is and feel your love for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I also want to add that everyone should take a CPR class. If it weren't for the Boy Scouts of America program at church offering the class only one month before this happened, I wouldn't have know what to do for my daughter. In the discharge report it says that the paramedics arrived and found a pulse where there wasn't one when I began the CPR. I was told by several medical professionals that we have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt; because of the CPR and that less than 1% of kids in her condition make it home but with CPR it's around 50%. Please take a class if you haven't had the chance. I never thought I'd need it but I thank the Lord I took it-it is what gave me the calm and confidence to respond to what needed to get done-saving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt;. Thank you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Northridge&lt;/span&gt; Hospital Medical Center for having the care page site free for families it was a God-send and thank you again to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Spotten's&lt;/span&gt; for setting that up. Thank you to my friend's who have protected our privacy and family and for updating everyone as much as you could. For all of you wishing to keep up on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Jaimee's&lt;/span&gt; progress we will be stopping the Care Page site soon and I will be updating my blog site and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;. So feel free to add me and/or Jeff as a friend on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Mardee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Jessop&lt;/span&gt;/ Jeff &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Jessop&lt;/span&gt;), just put "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt;" in the comment line. We will still post pictures on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt; and provide links to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;blogsite&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;blogger&lt;/span&gt;.com &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Jessop's&lt;/span&gt; On The Go! I'm new to this so bare with me as I get adjusted and try to find the time among all my duties with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt; and family. Please feel free to call, stop by- just let us know ahead of time, or email me at &lt;a href="mailto:mardeejessop@sbcglobal.com"&gt;mardeejessop@sbcglobal.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lastly, I want to thank the most amazing medical staff at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Northridge&lt;/span&gt; Hospital-you literally saved my daughter's life! Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Semnani&lt;/span&gt; has our respect, admiration and love forever. Whatever we can do to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;further&lt;/span&gt; his pursuits to making the pediatric ICU a trauma center we hope to help in that effort even if the California Government won't bother-I wouldn't want my child to be anywhere else-believe me, after being at Kaiser, there is a HUGE differ&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;ence&lt;/span&gt;. It was divine intervention she ended up at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Northridge&lt;/span&gt; which was the last place on the list she would go. The nurses, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;respiratory&lt;/span&gt; therapists the entire staff assisting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Jaimee&lt;/span&gt; were fantastic! The nurses have stayed there over 15 years for a reason-because there isn't anyone better than Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Semnani&lt;/span&gt; and we know it and understand it fully. God bless you all, you were incredible in every way. My daughter never received such devoted loving care than while at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Northridge&lt;/span&gt;. We love you and will be a part of your lives for as long as you let us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As we start this new phase of months if not years of physical therapy, occupational therapy, speech therapy, medical equipment and social services galore, we are adjusting to our new normal- just a loving, happy family enjoying each and every day God has given us knowing there isn't any pain we have suffered that the Lord hasn't already suffered on our behalf. By His grace He continues to allow us to find joy together in our normal everyday lives and for that we can only be grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love to you all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Mardee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765270520658551468-1104475322655834865?l=jessopsonthego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessopsonthego.blogspot.com/feeds/1104475322655834865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765270520658551468&amp;postID=1104475322655834865' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765270520658551468/posts/default/1104475322655834865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765270520658551468/posts/default/1104475322655834865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessopsonthego.blogspot.com/2009/05/finding-new-normal.html' title='Finding a New Normal'/><author><name>Mardee Jessop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575236892561672354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/SNmRip7XI1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pyYWgynewCY/S220/Business_card_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5765270520658551468.post-3565156618132560076</id><published>2008-09-23T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T18:00:55.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9/23/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok, so I have finally succumbed to the pressure to do the "blogging" thing.  I'm not sure I know what I'm doing but I guess it will be a journal of sorts and a way for all of you to see what we are up to.  Look forward to figuring this out in all my "spare" time. Ha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mardee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5765270520658551468-3565156618132560076?l=jessopsonthego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessopsonthego.blogspot.com/feeds/3565156618132560076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5765270520658551468&amp;postID=3565156618132560076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765270520658551468/posts/default/3565156618132560076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5765270520658551468/posts/default/3565156618132560076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessopsonthego.blogspot.com/2008/09/92308.html' title='9/23/08'/><author><name>Mardee Jessop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10575236892561672354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMuihDq32yI/SNmRip7XI1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/pyYWgynewCY/S220/Business_card_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
