The “Lactation Room,” Part 1

A few weeks into our “breastfeeding journey,” some 9 or 10 months ago now, I find out there’s a form I need to fill out and file with my university’s HR department to gain access to the “Lactation Room” on campus.

I’m in a bit of a mood so I can’t help but wonder “What sort of fascist BS is this?” Unless of course the “Lactation Room” is super swanky with massage chairs, a swim up bar, and free artisanal coffee; then I am fine with filling out a form.

But somehow I doubt this.

Also? The form does not say where said “Lactation Room” is located so I guess when the day comes I’m just gonna have to keep my eyes peeled for another engorged looking professor and find some non-awkward way of saying, “Excuse me, can you take me to the place where we whip out the boobs?”

But it will be cool in the end because she’ll take me under her wing and teach me secret to creating a meaningful work/life balance and I’ll have a new BFF and our kids will marry each other someday and on their wedding day we’ll laugh and say how it all began when we were pumping breast milk in the Lactation Room.

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