Placentaco Anyone? Did You Eat Your Placenta?

Last week I was directed to the Unassisted Birth Story of Estella Lenore. My children’s birth stories are a little bit different. They go like this.

Mommy checked into the hospital.¬† Mommy said “ouch” the really nice doctor gave mommy a shot in the back. Ninety minutes later you were born.

No, I’m not kidding. It’s pretty un-dramatic, and if I could’ve had them born without participating at all… well that would have been my dream come true.

Though my hat is off to the women who choose natural childbirth, I’m not envious, I don’t feel like I’ve missed anything and, frankly, I feel a little squeamish just hearing the stories.

Then comes the whole other issue of placenta eating. If you read Estella’s birth story, you’ll see that her mom capped off the day with a placenta smoothie.When Bosley over at Momversation asked me what I wanted to talk about this week, I said, “eating your placenta!”

My friends have eaten, planted and buried their placentas. It never even dawned on me to do anything with it. I’m pretty sure I never looked at it, or if I did I blocked it out.This week on Momversation Rebecca Woolf, Daphne Brogdon, Maggie Mason and I discuss Placenta Dining. Click through for a very fun and funny video.

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Manhattan Beach And Momversation

This week on Momversation Asha, Karen, Maggie and I got to talk about sexual abuse. Yeah, lucky us.

I can’t just present this video to you without some back story. I grew up in Manhattan Beach, Califrornia. In 1974 my mother took me to The McMartin Preschool for an interview. Something dropped or broke (that I don’t recall) and I said, “oh shit”. My brother and I were not accepted into Manhattan Beach’s best school, and instead we went to the co-op nursery school.

The Manhattan Beach of my youth was a very small town.

In 1983 and 1984 my friends were questioned about abuse. There were dolls, and police, neighbors’ yards were dug up. Every parent who ever buried a pet rabbit was worried, and McMartin was whispered everywhere. My neighbor was two years younger than I, in the weeks between her “interviews” she pulled out all her eyelashes. She was twelve.

Ultimately the McMartin’s were convicted, parts were overturned, some were dismissed, and everyone’s lives were ruined. The entire South Bay lived under a shroud.

Right now the town of Lewes, Delaware will experience the same issues my hometown did. Every time you look at a child of a certain age, you’ll think, am I allowed to touch him/her… hug, handshake, wave? In addition to the unspeakable pain of the children and parents directly involved, Dr. Earl Bradley raped his hometown. He stole their ability to trust, even if he didn’t touch their children.

With that, I present to you, this week’s Momversation.

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