Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Maternity leave

I had a conversation yesterday with a colleague who’d heard that Obama was about to sign an Executive order granting paid sick leave.   He couldn’t grasp that this wasn’t already the case.  I had to point out that this order would only benefit people working for companies with federal government contracts.  The other 99.5%?  Stop coughing and get back to work.   This evolved into a discussion about paid leave in general, which led to maternity leave.  Usually, when this topic comes up I like to describe Lisa’s experience when Erica was born.  At the time, Lisa was a young vet working in a large equine practice in Lexington, Kentucky and her pregnancy came smack in the middle of the busy Spring foaling season.   Thanks to the cloaking effect of the coveralls she wore each day she managed to keep the pregnancy secret, at least to all her clients with a Y chromosome (which was all of them).  Erica’s estimated due date was Wednesday,  May 10th and sure enough, when Lisa  got home from work that evening, after a typical day palpating mares and making sure the foals got their colostrum, the contractions began.  We jumped in the car and following pre-arranged plans,  dropped Lindsey off with some friends and hurried off to the hospital.  Ever in a hurry, Erica arrived about twenty minutes after we got there leaving us with four nice days together before Lisa returned to work on Monday,  visiting her clients to check on the mares and foals and leaving Erica to be raised by wolves along with Lindsey.  Note to people who don’t know us well, the wolf part is a joke.  Everything else is true.   The farm managers, since they hadn’t seen her all weekend, and she pretty much worked seven days a week, naturally asked where she’d been.  Picture their faces when she told them she’d had a baby.  “ You found a baby?”  “No, I had a baby”.  “ A foal?”  “No, a person.  A daughter”.  “Excuse my French, Ma’am.  I mean, Doctor, but you’re shitting me, aren’t you?”   Clearly, this was the first time ever, in the history of the state of Kentucky, that there’d been a pregnant horse vet, and they’d missed the whole thing.  Damn.  Most likely, they still bring it up from time to time.  Anyway, upon hearing this story, my colleague reacted in typical fashion.  He recoiled in shock, no more so than if I’d told him that we’d subsequently sold Erica and set about growing another.   I offer this story not to imply that this was typical in the US, only to note that it was legal.   Her bosses at the time, who were marginally less clueless than the farm managers, became aware that she was pregnant in month six and immediately put her on leave while they considered firing her, before realizing that this, in fact, would have been illegal.  They then allowed her to return to work, after signing a sheaf of release papers,  with the pregnancy eventually concluding in the long weekend maternity leave described above.    The US is joined by only Papua New Guinea in the club of countries without any mandated paid maternity leave.  For those women working for larger companies, things look better, but not as much so as you might think.  In 2012, Working Mother magazine polled their “100 Best Companies” to see how it is for such lucky women.  http://www.iwpr.org/publications/pubs/maternity-paternity-and-adoption-leave-in-the-united-states-1.  The average paid maternity leave was 7.2 weeks with 14% enjoying more than 12.    As they say, in the land of the blind, the one eyed man…  The worldwide average for paid maternity leave is about 16 weeks.  In Europe, it’s 20.  Here in Switzerland, it’s a miserly 14 weeks at 80% pay up to a ceiling of about $1000/week, which, if they had a minimum wage here, would be about that level.   Interestingly, in Switzerland it’s illegal to return to work in the first 8 weeks after birth, something that, as a mandate, is ridiculous but must reflect the will of the people.   As I’ve mentioned before, nothing happens here without a discussion and vote.  As an epilogue to the story of Erica’s birth, three and a half years later Daniel was born and Lisa’s employers, having seen the light and combined with her timing (Daniel was born in the foaling off season), allowed her to bask in the luxury of a full two week maternity leave.  Unpaid.  

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