It is past midnight.
I am waiting for Erin to go to sleep.
She is having trouble going to sleep because of all the noise at the nurses station outside her door.
We have been admitted to emergency overnight for her croup.
Kaylee got discharged last Tuesday and for one reason or another I have spent the majority of my waking hours at the hospital ever since - with Kaylee vomiting odd substances, tubie stuff and what-not and today Erin waking up with an inflamed throat stopping her from breathing properly (croup).
Tonight I haven't showered for about three days, I am knackered beyond all belief and I highly doubt I will get any sleep tonight.
A friend from the cardio ward died this week and I missed the memorial because I was too busy here at the hospital sorting out "hospital" stuff.
Packing up our stuff and preparing to leave has been thrown entirely onto Jon's shoulders as he wrangles children in the communal living setting of Ronald McDonald House.
I have fought, grieved and struggled with gritted teeth this week.
It has, by many measures, been a crappy week.
But a friend of mine brought her daughter - who she had fought to keep alive for over a decade and a half - into this emergency ward this week. And she never got to take her home again.
Tomorrow my daughters will get in the car and we will drive away from here.