Me and My Little Fussy Pants

Hi, my name is Jamie and my daughter has colic. I feel like Presley screaming all day is defining me at this point in my life. It seems like every conversation I have in someway leads to my daughter screaming. If someone compliments me on my hair.. I always bring it back to 'oh thanks, my daughter has colic and fixing my hair is very rare these days.' Or if someone compliments my shirt.. 'oh thanks, my daughter has colic and I actually got to run to Target to buy a new shirt.' It's totally comical when I think back on the day how I respond to people. My favorite is when she's smiling or content for a short while and someone comments on what a happy baby she is. I almost get a little panicky.. 'Oh no! She has colic! She cries most of the day!' What is that about?! It's just so all consuming, so tiring and so frustrating. I troubleshoot, I cry, I pray. The good news.. we can typically sooth Presley by swaddling her in the 'miracle blanket', strapping her in the swing (which has to be on high) and turning on some really loud white noise. We have a CD that sounds like a hairdryer for 14 minutes and is followed by rainstorm (it actually sounds more like a chainsaw and rain on a tin storage shed.. but we'll go with it). Before we found the CD, we had been running my hairdryer most of the day. I was convinced we were going to burn our house down. I will say, however I am totally amazed my hairdryer has lasted so long ($15 Walgreens -- I'll get the brand later). More to come...