So my dad calls me a few minutes ago. Says he’s in the northwest (he’s a truck driver, so that’s not a surprise) and he’s at the hospital with my cousin who is about to have her second baby. I get excited for a second thinking that, like, he’s there as her support person or something and wants to know what to do.
That’s not the case.
There’s a bunch of commotion in the background. Then my dads says, “Here she is – tell her about her placenta.” and he immediately hands the phone to her.
Again, I’m excited for a second thinking she’s going to come on the phone and say she’s been reading about placenta medicine and wants to know my opinion or how she can prepare it or whatever.
Again, wrong.
She doesn’t say much. I say, “So, did you have questions about your placenta?” she says “Well, your dad says I should keep it. What am I supposed to do with it? Should I just, like, mail it to you?” and proceeds to burst out in laughter. I give her space to laugh and then say, “Honestly it would be hard to convey to you in the next 30 seconds why you should consume your placenta, but here’s why, in a nutshell: All mammals consume their placentas and most humans in other cultures do too. It is normal to consume your placenta and any time you deviate from the norm you are asking for trouble. Consuming your placenta can help with postpartum depression, milk supply, hormonal balancing, etc.”
At that point I was cut off by more laughter and screeching in the background. She says, “Well I didn’t consume the placenta from my first birth. And I’ve got my epidural now so it should be smooth sailing from here.”
I just wished her well, told her to have fun and go birth her baby. Then she says “Here. Talk to my little brother!” and puts another random cousin on the phone. It goes something like this:
Little Brother: Hi. I don’t know who you are.
Katie: I’m Bill’s daughter. Are you Jill’s brother?
Eli: Yeah.
Katie: I guess that probably makes us cousins or something.
Little Brother: Yeah, I guess. Here’s your dad.
And my dad comes back on the phone. He says “So, should we just mail it to you? Hahahahahaha. Should she, like, put it in the freezer? How does she prepare it?” I said “Dad….she can prepare it herself, but that’s not something I can tell you over the phone that you can just relay and remember. Her best bet would be to find someone in her area to prepare it for her. Dad says, “Well, ok, but she should keep in the fridge or something? Or at least the freezer? At least not throw it out, right?”
Now I do love my dad for saying that. It was sweet that he thought of me and my passion for placentas and all of that.
Then he says, “So the ultrasound said the baby was 12 pounds. So it’s a biggin!” I said, “Dad – there’s no way for them to be able to tell that. Ultrasound is not a reliable way to predict a baby’s weight. Nothing is.” He says, “Well…but they can come within a few pounds of the weight.”
Oh wow! A few pounds? So can I!
Then he says, “Well either way they’re sayin this baby’s gonna be big.”
“Dad you really shouldn’t be saying that or putting that idea into her head.”
“Well that’s what the ultrasound said. She’s got the epidural, so it should be pretty quick, right?”
I’m not even going to recount the rest of that conversation. I’m sure you can imagine what was said. I reminded myself that I am a doula. A sort of birth professional. With tons more knowledge than the average group of peeps. But it still amazes me what people don’t know. What they believe and don’t question. Like a woman (A grown ass woman in her thirties, mind you) earlier this week who honestly seriously said, “Wait…..they don’t take their first breath until they’re actually born? You mean their first breath isn’t until they’re out of the vagina??’
Anyway……On one hand I was slightly irritated by the whole conversation. On the other hand I did love my dad for thinking of me, and for really wanting her to save her placenta to do something with it. And on another hand it was sweet. She had her epidural. She sounded happy and content. Her awesome uncle (my dad) was there. Her brothers were laughing in the background. Her mom (my hilarious Aunt) was probably there too. There is lots of love. Not a bad way to bring a baby into the world, or to remember your birth 🙂