Like many of my friends starting a family in their thirties, I embarked on the journey with the unshakable confidence of a woman with her own income, a challenging job, a great relationship and an indepth knowledge of city chic life. Until, of course, my little bundle of joy arrived with his own ideas. Jack is now three and I’ve acquired the blasé attitude of a mummy whose child eats his own food and can’t remember the last time he wore a nappy.
I was reminded, however, of the acute stress of those early days and weeks by my beautiful friend, Farima, whose baby is a mere matter of weeks old. Farima is the epitome of city chic but faces the fearsome prospect of finding that in her old haunts a baby is viewed with more disdain than a pair of jeans with an elasticated waist.
She and her husband ventured out to the middle-class, parental mecca of John Lewis on Oxford Street as one of their first outings en famille. There’s no denying that before its refit, John Lewis was beginning to feel like your favourite sweater: warm and cosy but a bit worn at the elbows.
The refit has given it a glossy, new edge but thankfully it’s lost none of the things that we love it for. Farima and her husband were delighted with the well appointed family rooms for feeding and changing. Other stores take note: family rooms are a much better option than a changing table in the ladies loo.
It’s hard to underestimate just how liberating it is for a new mum to know that she’s got a great base from which to explore the delights of the West End, where she knows she can feed and change her baby without stress or discomfort. And it wouldn’t be going too far to say that it is thanks to John lewis that my friend is beginning to find her own yummy mummy groove.
Feeding Facilities: 5/5
Changing Facilities: 5/5
Overall rating: 22/25 ££