As soon as I got pregnant I knew I wanted to eat my placenta. My spiritual beliefs are such that I don’t believe the creator who makes us, makes waste.
After reading this website, I was even more convinced. I knew I couldn’t eat it raw, or blended in a smoothie, or cooked into a lasagna. Instead, I planned to have it dried, ground, and encapsulated. Here is how it went!
I had a c-section, and from the table, stretched out and connected to tubes, hoses, and things that go bing, I called out to the nurses and docs that I wanted my placenta bagged up to take home. They made me sign a release form that I understood I was taking home biohazard material (whatever) and I asked my sister in law to bring a cooler so that she could put it in my freezer.
My mother in law was so confused, but she has good manners, and kept her mouth shut about it. My husband’s 89 year old Chinese grandma, however, hugged me and told me I was smart to eat my placenta when we told her about it.
A few days after we came home from the hospital a tremendously good friend came over, picked up my frozen three pound placenta, and used the fruit leather setting in her food dehydrator. After she dehydrated it, she blended it in the blender, dried it, blended the dry disk, then capped.
It took her a long time, and I’m extremely grateful. What an endeavor!
Three weeks post partum I began taking two caps with each meal. I immediately felt less tired and weepy. I was sharp-minded and excited about life once more, no longer cracked-out, draggin ass. I began losing weight, and I got my appetite back, plus, my lochia drip hurried up and ended at four weeks after birth!
This was awesome, because it meant I got to have sex again, which was great because I also experienced a boost in libido. On top of all this, my milk production went through the roof.
So, while I know it’s not for everyone, and it did smell like funky beef jerky, eating my placenta really turned my birth recovery up a notch.