Five months after giving birth to my first child, I boarded an Amtrak train with him to Princeton University. During that trip, I joined a panel and gave a speech. I have a precious memory of him sleeping on me in a carrier as I talked about the failures of feminism to Princeton students. (I think having a baby around actually made the questions much more civil.) He nursed everywhere — on a train, in a classroom, outside. He had a great day with his mom; I had a wonderful day with him and got some work done.