After spending the last few nights in the HKU, I would think I would be more rested and excited that we are doing so well that we have one foot out the door. This place is hell. Nights are haunting, with screams and childrens cries creeping through the walls. I can't sleep in normal intervals because throughout the night, I have to find our nurse to remind her that Caroline is due for meds and milk. The nurses here are staffed with 3-4 patients a piece. I change every diaper, but they collect over time...because no one has time to weigh them before they get thrown out. I pump every few hours and it sits close to the limit before it gets put in the freezer. We are surrounded by infected patients, and I hear coughing through their OPEN doors. At 3 am this morning, we got a room mate in a room not quite built for one. 3 am? Yeah. Who does that? Now the bathroom is shared, which is on our side. So all of their visitors get to spread their filth over here, too. Visitors, I may add, that are not numbered or monitored in any way. And it's Sunday apparently, so everyone "praying" for this family is coming by for a visit. I am praying that her 13 day old immune system is strong enough to make it home where I can at least provide a controlled environment. Oh, and I forgot to add that a homie tech came strolling in here this morning to silence an alarm still wearing his contact isolation gear from another room. What a moron. He'll be lucky if he has a job by the end of the day.