3 Reasons To Consider Eating Your Placenta

Full disclosure: I have never eaten my placenta. I was more of the let's-bury-it-and-plant-a-tree type. Which, of course, translates into it living in my freezer for a year in an ice cream bucket. It never occurred to me it was anything more than fertilizer.

I was wrong.

With the birth of my last grandchild (number 26), my daughter's midwife highly recommended placental encapsulation—having the placenta cooked and ground and placed into pills.

Personally, I was a little worried about her. She had undergone a lot in just a few short months: induction into military life, a major move several states away from her family, and a first baby surprising her two weeks early. Then, of course, there were the 50 unopened moving boxes lining the walls of every room of her new home. To me, she was heading for the eye of the baby blues storm. So, I encouraged her to give it a try.

At first, she took them when she could remember. Then she noticed a significant difference when she didn't take them, and soon they became her (and her husband's) best friend. She credits the pretty little blue pills for helping her navigate first-time motherhood and for saving her sanity. So do I.

I'd much rather look at my daughter's success as a good reason for further investigation, rather than the fact it's been making news through celebrity gossip channels for some time now. Don't dismiss it as a fad, like I did at first.

The truth is that placentophagia (the sterile, scientific word for ingesting your placenta) is gaining traction among educated women and in the medical community for some very sound reasons.