The Jameson House does not exist, yet.
This is our story, and why we believe The Jameson House must be built.
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Our Story (Extended Version)

From Rick and Gabby:

January 2, 2013

It was the most incredible day of our lives. At 2:19 a.m. Jameson Reid Stidger was brought into this world. I will never forget the look on Gabby’s face when Jameson was put on the baby warmer…seeing the look in her eyes that she was a finally a mother after, carrying him for nine months. From that day forward, her life had changed. Gabby was a “mom” to my other three children but this was her own flesh and blood. I could tell then and there that she was born to be a mother and her purpose in life was to nurture this little boy. For Gabby’s entire pregnancy, she did everything by the book. She took her pre-natal vitamins religiously, ate healthy, didn’t drink or smoke. Gabby is a RN (registered nurse) and knew the importance of doing things right. She was a perfect mom from the day he was born until that day he was taken from us. I home office and she worked nights. Our schedules worked out perfectly.   I would watch him at night and when she got home in the morning, she would take over.  Their nap time was so consistent…I could walk over to the couch where they were both sleeping at exactly 10:15 and take a picture of them sleeping together. It was beautiful to see a bond between a Mother and child that I had never seen before. They were in love.

July 2, 2013

It was a perfect day…we went to the pool as a family and had a wonderful time. This was the first day that 6 month old Jameson felt comfortable in the water. Later on that day we went out for dinner, then returned home so Gabby could get ready to do her overnight nursing job. It was our usual routine.  I would watch baby Jameson while she either napped or got ready for work, or both. His soft skin and beautiful smile. The way he would get shy sometimes. His funny, yet cute little hair part. His wonderful giggle. That day was a perfect day. Even though our schedules were quit hectic, our lives were perfect. Everyone fought for Jameson’s attention. All the kids would want to hold him or take him for a walk. He was the light of all of our lives.

July 3, 2013

Our lives changed forever. I woke up at 7:17 a.m. to find little Jameson lying on his stomach.  When I went to turn him over, I knew he was not breathing. As panicked as I was, I gave him mouth to mouth and CPR.  I placed a call to 911 and was hysterical, not only to know that our healthy, happy Jameson had gained wings…but to know that Gabby was going to come home from work wanting to feed him and do their daily routine.  It was horrific. Words cannot explain the feelings or emotions.  The image of that morning will be burned into my memory forever. Gabby came home to a nightmare that unfolded in front of her. Police cars, fire trucks, ambulances and worst of all, the coroner’s vehicle. The question was why? Why did this have to happen to him…to us? He was perfect in every way. Why would God take our son from us? Why?

July 7, 2013

We buried our little boy, personally setting him in the grave to rest. Knowing that was his body and his spirit was in Heaven. Gabby and I were not in our right minds, and will never be. Gabby wanted to be with her son, not having a plan to take her own life, just to not be here. The next morning, a doctor’s appointment was set up for her for evaluation.

July 8, 2013

In the morning, Gabby was admitted into a mental health ward in a Minneapolis Hospital.  It was not the place for her. Gabby, being a nurse, knew what kind of help she needed and this was not the place. She called me crying hysterically shortly after we had left, telling me this was not the place for her and to PLEASE come pick her up…even pulling the “if you love me” card. I explained that we couldn’t but I would do my best to get her out. After spending two hours with her crying on the phone to me, I went back the same day to get her out, to no avail.  I got her out the next day. She told me how awful the nurses were and had nobody to talk to.  We were promised that she was going to get help. If you call showing where she was going to be sleeping and a nurse calling her disheveled “getting help”, than it was a success. She cried up and down the hall hysterically for hours, and nobody cared. Gabby needed to be with her family. The one thing that came out of her being in lock up was her idea of The Jameson House. While lying in that white room, with nothing on the walls, she imagined the perfect place. A place that has comfortable beds, walking paths, a bench around a pond to watch wildlife…someplace serine. Most importantly, a place with therapists, RN’s and a doctor to do rounds once a day. We would also offer clergy for each patient based on their preference of religion. The Jameson House would be a get away from all the people calling and knocking at the door, dropping of the next pan of lasagna.  A place to grieve, heal and learn how to carry the pain and to get the necessary help.

July 9, 2013

We brought Gabby home, where she belonged, with a stop to see a therapist on our way. She made us feel at ease and it comforted us slightly, but did not take the pain away. We just have to try to learn how to carry it. There have been many nights that Gabby has been crying on the garage floor and me lying next to her.  So many times saying to ourselves that we both need to be at The Jameson House…that does not exist. The tears. The anger. The questions in our minds of why.