I stand by my assertion the colic is not a diagnosis when it's thrown out by a resident in response to a crying baby and a stressed mom. But now that I've seen how a specialist diagnoses colic, I'm convinced.
Of course, he didn't just yell "colic" and send us home, either. He talked with us for almost an hour, tell stories and listening to ours, giving equal parts tips for coping and commendations for how well we've done. And he left us with a real sense of hope for the next couple of weeks. And he gave us his home number. Well, he gave us a number that he said was his home number.
So, good doctor's visit.
Oh, and she's up to 27 inches long and 13 lbs, 10 oz. No wonder my back hurts all the time. Jeesh.