The Colorado Girl Diary II, Day 8

Michelle Baringer is certainly pregnant. Working in Dad’s family practice office as a teen and through college taught me the chloasma of pregnancy (facial brownish darkening), tummy and breasts getting larger, weight gain and sluggishness. Michelle has it all; and I don’t need a test for confirmation. We cried and laughed late into the evening. I still woke up early with Half-Pipe (puppy) reminding me we need to run before work. I felt that it was important for Michelle to review everything with Dad (her Family Practice doctor) and the geneticist at the University of Colorado. Making a decision to have an abortion over a baby with birth defects and severe disease potentially is a large life altering commitment. What Michelle has been through with her son Bill is incredible. He’s doing quite well now with experimental cystic fibrosis treatments. He’s socially engaged and a big hit. In fact, at the end of the evening, Michelle seemed to think and nearly say that it wouldn’t matter what the amniocentesis (needle into the fetal sac for genetic testing) revealed. I was needed support and there when she needed me. Michelle’s great soprano voice will continue at least part time for “Downtown.”

My first customer led me down a path of tears today. This woman described the horribly brutal beating her husband was administering daily. She didn’t want to say anything; however, she nearly died and finally had to leave the house with the kids. There was a custody battle. The need for a court room battle ended when the kids (5) all collectively agreed not to return to the house where Dad resided. The judge said we are wasting our time with an easy judicial decision. It was implicit to the court to not have the kids near a Dad who batters his wife. If life or limb is threatened, then we won’t allow children back into a dangerous home. Barring rehabilitation, the kids can never return near the father. This was a sad situation, but ended on a wonderful notable hug. We all need support; and she received it head to toe from me, The Colorado Girl.

By my senior year in college I was handing out advice all over campus because people just cling on me for help in every imaginable way. The dorm and sorority was full of pregnancies, near pregnancies, break ups and endless family, boyfriend and school issues. When a cat-fight (two girls in combat) erupted, then I had both parties wanting me to take a side. Now, the emotional support because of my personality has transferred back home to Summit County, Colorado. My employer, Fitted Bindings, loves this stuff because it brings in business by the truckloads. I’ve met many people through social media that travel to The Rocky Mountains just to meet me and discuss their situation. They always purchase at least a Colorado Girl sweater; and often buy half the store with their families. I accept my role willingly because it helps me overall as a person, assists with my job and it’s the God-like thing to do. Dad laughs and remarks that though I didn’t want to enter a career in medicine, I presently have a full psychiatry practice. It’s great because I’m happy. Often, however, I feel the need to have therapy on myself over Mom’s sudden departure from our world. I’m getting through it and dealing with Mom through all my friends, family and customers. Life throws us all curve balls that only God could possibly hit. Mom’s death will take me a long while if I ever recover. At least I have learned some further compassion from people who are suffering inside as much as I am at times.

Greg calls and informs that he wants to fish after work and then have a mountain picnic. This is interesting. He said we’ll find a long lost stream in the Vail Pass area (halfway between Summit County and Vail, Colorado. He’s been extremely supportive, compassionate and I love it! Greg knows after losing a fiancé. Most guys would just crush through the next relationship. Greg seems more “together” this time around; and I appreciate every waking second of the niceness. I can still hear my Mom singing in the background:

When you’re alone and life is making you lonely
You can always go downtown
When you’ve got worries, all the noise and the hurry
Seems to help, I know, downtown

Just listen to the music of the traffic in the city
Linger on the sidewalk where the neon signs are pretty
How can you lose?
The lights are much brighter there
You can forget all your troubles, forget all your cares