And for keeping it flowing, even when we're a little under fed, under the weather, overly tired, and overly unsure about how this breastfeeding thing really works.

Thanks for working with us when we're working on those early latching days.

Thanks for knowing what to do when we really don't.

I’ve pumped in many makeshift places in the past 16 months traveling and working while still nursing my son Max but none so communal, memorable or poignant as under that table, surrounded by white cloth and women I love deeply.