That’s right, I said it. Eating the placenta. Or as one article put it – Afterbirth: It’s What’s for Dinner.
As disgusted as many of my friends are, I have been considering this. One friend, who will remain anonymous, wrote to me privately to say she did eat hers, a small piece each day. Her midwife proscribed it to prevent post-partum depression.
I’m a little concerned about post-partum depression, as winter has always been a more difficult time of year for me, and I will be much more isolated and less busy (and yet, way more busy) this winter than previous winters.
I also found a really great blog series about eating placenta from a Jewish perspective – is it Kosher? I do not keep Kosher, so it is a non-issue, but still interesting. Good cocktail party talk (should I ever go to a cocktail party…).
Breastmilk, it turns out, is pareve, which means it is food neutral, neither meat nor dairy. I guess we don’t have to worry about boiling a calf in its mother’s milk…But can you eat placenta with breastmilk?
Maybe I’ve gone too far…
Just in case I haven’t: there is a lovely image in one of the articles of the placenta being like a tree of life – the veins and umbilical cord look like branches and the trunk of a tree. And if the placenta gives life to the baby for 9 (long) months, why not give a little life to Mama too?