This is what it was like for me when I volunteered at the "happiest" ward in the hospital:

"During the morning shift, at half-past ten, I would direct 6-10 new moms (and some new dads) to a breast-feeding class. The patients would vacate their rooms, each carefully pushing a cot with the infants inside. Some of the infants would be peacefully sleeping as we headed to class. More often than not, they would join the rest of the ward's "Baby Chorus" in a boisterous song of "Wail Your Lungs Out". - excerpt from one of my numerous secondary essays.