The part of the NICU that I was in last night is, I think, where they keep babies that are born drug addicted. I think that’s what they told me on my tour last week. I didn’t ask last night, I just did what I needed to do, soothed fussy babies. There was one little guy that I call Elvis (I didn’t look at anyone’s name) who had the lip curl thing that Elvis had going on. He would cry and fuss until I would hold him then he’d lay there so sweet in my arms and smile in his sleep. What a total doll-baby. So cute. So precious. After a good night’s sleep, I’m less discouraged and looking forward to next week.