For four years I walked hand-in-hand with jealousy. It’s something I consciously struggled with, constantly talking myself off the ledge after letting myself know I wasn’t being rational. The notion still lived in my body deep down. It all stemmed from feeling like a…
Since the moment Charlie was born, I’ve had a flurry of friends and medical professionals asking how he’s being fed. What’s interesting to me about this is that when I say Charlie is breastfed, nearly everyone assumes Fox was too. Let me back up…