Pump

Julie's floor at work has a lactation room. I can't tell you what it looks like because men are not allowed inside. Her plan is to pump at work a couple times a day. Between the pumping at work and the actual feedings at home, we hope to keep the milk supply and demand balanced.

It would be easier if Julie could just sit in business meetings and pump. This is out of the question, however, as pumping is not an activity to be casually observed. But I bet I could invent something that would make pumping in public an option.

First, start with those cups that the milk-sucking tubes are attached to. If the cups were opaque, then half the battle would be won. And then Julie could use her Hooter Hider to get the cups situated, and voila. She could discuss with colleagues how to maximize business acumen without compromising synergy, all the while pumping breast milk into little bottles.

Or when someone puts a frivolous meeting on Julie's calendar, she could propose the lactation room as the meeting space. People might think to themselves, maybe we don't need this meeting after all. Better yet, an unwritten rule could materialize: never invite Julie to a meeting unless you really need her there.

It'll be interesting, but eventually Lyla will start on that disgusting rice cereal stuff, and maybe the milk won't be such an issue. In the meantime, I'll ask Julie if she wants me to smear some shoe polish on the outside of those cups.