A Monday morning, 8:10 a.m. I step out into a gorgeous, sunny day, stressed out that I’m running late for jury duty at the Daley Center. It was going to be a whole day away from my newborn, the longest time we’d spent apart in the 11 weeks since he was born. I’d already gotten up extra early to nurse him, burp him, change him, and, of course, snuggle him before gathering up my breast-pumping equipment for my day away.
I was excited. As an attorney, I’ve been on the other side of the jury box, and I couldn’t wait for the chance to see jury service as a juror. (I’ll also admit that I was excited to have a few hours to wear professional attire without any spit-up.)
Little did I know that I’d have no chance at being on the jury. Not because I’m an attorney, and not because I’m a law professor, but because I’m a nursing mother.
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