|I could look over from pumping and see something very similar to this. |
Aside from my pooping buddies, there were all these women who would go into the pumping room and use it for their personal break space. I came in once and someone was SLEEPING in there. They'd talk on the phone, just read a book, whatever. And yes, there are break rooms at this place. Why they chose to go into a cubicle in the bathroom, I really couldn't tell you. Maybe they enjoyed the fragrances that were a part of my pumping sessions, who knows.
I always made a stink (no pun intended) about the area. I was on HR's butt about the women using it for their personal space. I would go there and know someone was in there but not know if someone was pumping in there so I'd wait,. Finally, I'd ask if they were pumping and of course, they usually weren't. LAME. HR and I were good friends during my 16 months of pumping at the bank, let me tell you.
Today, I called into the bank to let them know that my address had changed since last I worked there so I could get my W2 from last year (all 2 months of it). The person I spoke to in HR was the person I always went to about the pumping room and he informed me that they had a NEW pumping room. They had completely designed it with a pumping mom in mind. It had big comfy chairs, dimmed lighting, breastfeeding posters, a lovely paint job and lockers so that moms could keep their pumps down there! HOW EXCITING!! I was really excited to hear they had made a better space for pumping moms.
Then Mr. Bank HR man tells me something else. The reason they have all of this? The reason that they made a room specifically for pumping moms that locks and is comfortable? Because. Of. ME. Yes. Me. I was beyond elated. I was so happy that all my speaking up about nursing moms rights had made a difference.
We must not, in trying to think about how we can make a big difference, ignore the small daily differences we can make which, over time, add up to big differences that we often cannot foresee.
-Marian Wright Edelman-