2010 May | Heir to Blair

and the winner is…

26 May posted by heirtoblair

The winner of the Stella & Dot starfish earrings is Ashley Richardson! Ashley, please email me at blairbear111@gmail.com to claim your prize! (also, totally jealous because they’re gorgeous!)

Remember, if you place your order through Nancy directly at nance.colton@gmail.com, you get 15% off your order PLUS free shipping. Or you can go the old fashioned way & click on the Stella & Dot badge to the right.

Oh, & before I forget – if you do make a purchase, you are automatically entered to win the hostess rewards, aka free jewelry from Stella & Dot. Awesome, right?!

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7 Months…a week late.

25 May posted by heirtoblair

Dear Harrison,

I struggle to begin this letter because all I want it to say is “I love you. & everything I do, I do it for you.” But a) that’s too cheesy & b) I’m pretty sure Bryan Adams would take issue on a copyright rampage. Harrison, sometimes it breaks my heart knowing how much of your life I have already missed, thanks to PPD, work, & hospitilization. I feel an overwhelming sense of grief & anger at how fast the time flies, but then I look down at your sweet face & know how steadfast & resilient you are (just like your Daddy) & I know that everything will be okay.

Baby, I know I’ve told you this before, but what has happened to me is NOT YOUR FAULT. I will tell you all about it one day, or you may read this, but know that while the past week has been hard on your little heart that’s only been beating a little over a year, I did this out of love, keeping my promise that I will do anything to keep you safe, happy, & to have a mother that can give you 150% of her being.

Because, Harry, I love you. & everything I do, I do it for you.

Love,

Momma

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Harrison, 7 months.

p.s. you amaze me every day. you’re crawling, pulling up, & even CRUISING on furniture at times until i want to knock you down & say “not so fast, buster!” but instead, i’m cheering you on with open arms & a cheesy smile, glowing with pride at your ability to crawl & say “babababababa” at the same time.

p.p.s. when i’m 99.9 ears old & crawling around while gurgling “bababababa,” i hope you return the favor & cheer me on with pride.

p.s.p.s. (or whatever the next thing is after p.p.s.) you’re still allergic to dairy. damn it.

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How I Spent My Spring Break.

24 May posted by heirtoblair

Remember those God-awful essays in school? SO boring & pointless. Because you’d drone on & on about the pool and tulips & bonding with your mother when in reality, you spent your spring break on your period, hating the world until you were TRIPLE-DOG-DARED to make-out with Brace-face Brian behind the bushes outside the tennis courts. & if that weren’t bad enough, your older brother taught you a Boy Scout song about whacking the willy.

NOT THAT I EVER HAD A SPRING BREAK LIKE THAT, MOMMA & DADDY.

& not that I get Spring Breaks anymore. But this spring, I took a week off.

& spent it in the hospital.

For those of you that have been wondering where I’ve been this past week, you could find me in the postpartum psych ward of a local hospital, per my doctor’s orders & by my own will. Because I was a shadow of the person I used to be & that is no way to live. I laid low all weekend & on Monday, May 17th, I was admitted with severe postpartum depression with presentation of psychosis.

I had hit a new low – a combination of the trigger from the screaming baby at my support group & an over-medication of my drugs back-firing on me. I was on an incredibly high dose of anti-depressants, which sent the already present patterns of postpartum psychosis into a rapid, terrifying tail spin. & so for a week, I have lived at the hospital, eating decently mediocre hospital food, writing THE OLD FASHIONED WAY, & desperately anticipating daily visits from my family.

It took a week of intense therapy & a lightening fast change of meds that can only be done in-patient (that also leads to wicked withdrawel symptoms). & I still have a long way to go. But I am on new meds & definitely feeling more like myself than I have in almost seven moths.

& to that I say, “Hello, Blair. Welcome back. I missed the hell out of you.”

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Filed Under: Postpartum Depression, the downward spiral, the uphill battle, Things I didn't understand until I birthed a child, Things that aren't perfect despite my best efforts

Monday.

17 May posted by heirtoblair

DSC 0001 200x300 Monday. Per every Monday, a picture of me flaunting my stuff before a party we attended, celebrating the fact that I have officially hit the one-eighties for weight at 189.6. DO YOU REALIZE HOW CLOSE THAT IS TO WEDDING WEIGHT? Like, 1.6 lbs. & I have so much to tell you about Nutrisystem Select & how all my clothes fit so differently now & how I really need to work on my triceps because they look like oogly white jello. But I’m kinda MIA as of late, so Diana over at Hormonal Imbalances is hosting McFatty Monday & you better get your sweet little asses over there for good support, a fresh look on things (because she’s just on week 3!) & linking up.

(diana, I also admit that I pee in the shower. I could write an entire post about peeing in the shower & getting a group of 15-year-olds to poop outside while camping. TRUE STORY.)

I also have more clothes to show off & I guess I let y’all read the 7-month letter I wrote to Harrison.

But. I’m going to be MIA, just as I have been the past few days. But I promise that I am safe, Harrison is okay, & we’ll all be fine. & I will tell you what has been happening once I’m back on schedule.

Love y’all. Mean it. Smoochies.

required disclaimer: i am being supplied with nutrisystem food by nutrisystem, free of cost to me. sweet, right? but i assure you, i began nutrisystem on my own in january, spent my own money for 4 months, & fully endorse the program. i’m just thankful that they’ll be helping me out on my last leg of the journey! to join me on the Nutrisystem program and to receive a special offer, call 1-877-704-0597 or click here.

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I am horrified.

13 May posted by heirtoblair

There are a lot of things wrong with this world. I know it. Medicare is a clusterfark, people still eat McDonald’s, & Target is always out of the nail polish color that I want.

But y’all?

There is a post on YouTube with little girls gyrating to “Single Ladies.” I almost posted it on my blog. & then realized I wanted no part in exposing these girls, & even know it’s hypocritical to even DISCUSS it because it will garner exposure. But I’m so grossed out that I cannot NOT discuss it.

We live in a country that is so “sexually liberated” that allows this. We live in a society that watched with rapture as Britney Spears gyrated across the screen at 15 in an altered Catholic school uniform. (Nate still remembers the day that he first saw Britney).

But mention that you’re going to bang the brains out of your husband once a day for his satisfaction, & our purist background comes out to say that it’s servitude. Or necessary. Because, ewwww….that much sex?

We’re okay with six-year-olds grabbing their…ummm….future breasts & humping the air on YouTube, but a 19-year-old can be on the sex offender registry for having relations with his 15-year-old girlfriend? I’ve seen 13-year-old girls hold bras up to themselves in Victoria’s Secret while brazenly staring down my husband. HE LEFT THE STORE because he was too uncomfortable. When he should have been helping his WIFE pick out lingerie for their anniversary, he had to leave because he was afraid of being labled a “pervert” by pre-pubescent, overly-exposed girls.

Oh, & parent or whoever that posted that YouTube? You suck. EW. Not only did you allow your child to dress like a whore in fishnets & panties that I would only wear in boudior pictures, but then you posted it for the entire world to watch YOUR LITTLE GIRL bend over & shake her ass at a camera. You repulse me.

Put clothes on your children. Let them dance ballet & pretend to be Snow White until they are 10. Let them play Maple Town & not imagine what happens after Barbie walks down the aisle to Ken. They have another 60 years to be ravished & oggled. So let them be babies for the first few years.

I don’t care if I get hate mail on this.

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