I much happier about your plight now that you report things may be moving. I do know what these pains are like but when I suffered from the "I'm-dying" pains I didn't have the addition responsibility of nursing an infant. I had a torrid weekend last year when I was at a motorcycle rally with my wife to celebrate our wedding anniversary. We were camping and there was no comfort or escape from the horrid pain. However, it was good news in disguise and a defining weekend because it marked the exodus of stuff that was aptly described at the time as peanut brittle stools. Since then things only got better.
I have been thinking of you all day and hoping you have the tenacity to hold on.