When I was a member of Parliament, the child was not allowed to step into the House. You had to pick up your child by I think 6:15—the child care closed at six, but they had some flexibility—so you could run over and run back. Honestly, the parliamentary pages—and the interns, because they had interns also—were fantastic. They would bounce her on their knee or whatever, because she'd be in the other room while I was inside. Sometimes the votes would be really long, and she'd start bawling or whatever. Everybody became conscripted between six and seven.
I think that even allowing the baby in is a big plus, because the baby is actually with the mother, whereas when we were there, they said no strangers were allowed in the House. That was the rule.