So many of us have our babies and then we deliver the placenta without much thought, it gets whisked away, never to be seen or heard from again.
I couldn’t bear the thought of frying it up and eating it like a steak
Not me. Nope, when Snik Snik was born, I decided that I needed to have that placenta and though I couldn’t bear the thought of frying it up and eating it like a steak, I did pay someone a considerable sum to come to the hospital to retrieve it, dry it out, pound it up, and encapsulate it for me. From what I read, the benefits list of doing so was long; everything from faster healing, increased milk supply, hormonal regulation to combat baby blues/PPD and more. Apparently, it was the miracle cure all. I didn’t have the greatest delivery and the post-partum healing time was nightmarish (but that’s a whole other post).
There are huge advocates of this practice and many people will tell you that they experienced all of the wonders that have been stated; others who say that though they also felt good while taking the placenta pills, they wondered about whether or not it was a placebo effect; and others who say they noticed nothing at all. I’m a member of the final group – I didn’t notice anything. Though I fully admit that might have much to do with the fact that I never remembered to take them (I think I received about 200 pills and might have taken 6).
Needless to say, we won’t be placenta pill-ing this time, but to each their own.








