Barrett is a month today. While the time has flown, I look back at every moment and event and am amazed that more time hasn't gone by. We spent Monday night through Thursday afternoon at Phoenix Children's Hospital with Barrett, who had RSV. Babies who get it that little are at an understandably high risk but Barrett did wonderful as always and is doing much better, aside from a little cough and snort here and there--not to mention a slight rash on his cheeks from where they taped his oxygen tube on. Barrett is hardly eight pounds still and has plenty of room to grow in his 0-3 month clothes. I have a tendency to fret just a little bit more over my baby than I did with Beckett because of how little he is and how much he's gone through in his short but sweet month here (I'll have to be careful with the coddling in later years I'm sure). I love my baby.