After a night shoot, the ABC crew I'm with heads to a posh eatery, but the contrast with the nearby tent city rankles.
There is an organized world within the tent cities that have cropped up all over Port-au-Prince since the Jan. 12 earthquake. I meet a young woman who gave birth the day of the earthquake and a boy who races a toy car he made from trash.
One week after the earthquake, a 15-day-old baby and 76-year old woman were found separately underneath collapsed buildings. I find solace in these stories and wonder about the courage it must take to survive such situations.
Since the earthquake, the mostly Haitian medical team has treated hundreds of people, operating 18 hours a day. Haiti's recovery may feel like a sprint now, but it's going to be a marathon.
More than 15,000 vacationers have ported at the beach at Labadee since the 7.0 earthquake hit on Jan. 12. Despite reported moral outrage of some passengers, a spokesperson said no passengers have requested their money back.
A trip to the hospital in the sprawling slum of Cité Soleil and the General Hospital: Too many patients and too few resources.
To my surprise and delight, my earlier report of the demise of an entire Haitian family is 'greatly exaggerated.'
Five days after the Haiti quake, a Miami-Dade County rescue team digs into a collapsed home, attempting to pull three children out.
President René Préval holds his first press conference after the quake. It's typically low-key and unassuming.
Patrick Delatour - a long-time friend and Haiti's minister of tourism - is now head of earthquake damage assessment. Haitians will survive this, he says, but will their sense of community?
We visit my old neighborhood of Pacot, Haiti. We see old friends, and discover what's left of my home.
We visit two orphanages where the buildings are fine, but everyone is still sleeping outside. We put a human face, a child's face on this tragedy. But how long will the rest of the world care?
On my second night reporting for ABC-TV in Port-au-Prince, we head to the hospital to see how victims are faring. Attached to the building is the morgue, quickly overflowing.
On Day 1 for me in Port-au-Prince after the quake, the scope of devastation steals my breath. Then, I have to tell Haitian friends in the states that their loved ones didn't survive.
The Haiti earthquake that claimed tens of thousands of lives was largely centered around the densely populated coastal areas in the country's south. Much of the country was untouched.
As we drove from the airport through the rubble-strewn city, I felt lost on the streets I knew well.
The night after the 7.0 earthquake reduced Port-au-Prince to rubble, our chartered plane got the OK to land at the damaged airport. Was I going to be able to keep my emotions in check and do my job as a journalist?