This is something I have been thinking about lately.

I was shown Laurel’s placenta after she was born. It was the coolest thing to see. Not that it actually looked cool, but knowing what it was used for and how much life it contained made it cool. My mid-wife showed me how it worked, where it was attached to me and commented on healthy it looked (go me!)

But when she asked if I wanted it, I hesitated. I thought about our freezer and the likelihood of the placenta ever making its way out of the freezer and it just sitting there….until years later, we removed it, thinking ‘What in the heck is this?”

Now, though, when I think of Laurel’s placenta, I think of that organ’s life force and how it gives itself to the baby. I wish I had said yes to keeping it and at least planted it underneath a newly planted tree. Maybe even a Laurel tree.

So, next time I have a baby, I am keeping it. Not for medical use (although one can certainly do that since the placenta is a wealth of vital nutrition and, in some cultures, important religious and spiritual rites) but because I think the placenta is another process of pregnancy and birth that we need to acknowledge. Does it mean something that it is common in our culture to just throw the placenta away as biohazard waste? As if, you did your job, now get out of here. Actually, in hospitals, it is not even looked at as ‘you did your job’ but rather something else to whisk away as soon as it comes out. Again, a biohazard material. I feel respecting the placenta is just another step in respecting life, the miracle and the connection to the past, present and future.

What are you going to do next time with your placenta? Encapsulate it? Eat it? Plant it? Save it? And why….?

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Fall cleaning

October 13, 2010

I am getting to know myself. My strengths, my weaknesses, and my humility. In doing this, I now truly understand that I am a messy person at home. With work, I am fastidious because, well, you have to be. It helps work to not be so much work!
I don’t know what it is with my home though where I can just let things go. I let myself get caught up in other things instead of living in the moment at my home.
Living in the moment is becoming more and more apart of my daily life. It helps me to center myself and stay focused. When I am at Whole Foods, it is easier to be there if I am truly all the way there. Living in the moment. I connect with people more, the work is easier, and time flies by.
When I am with a laboring client, I am totally there. I am with the mother and her partner, helping them through each wave bringing them closer to their child.

So, why am I not like this at home more often? Why do I hide when I come home? That’s a question I have been pondering lately.

What does being in the moment mean for you? What does it mean for you as a doula, as a mother, as a woman or as a person?

This is it.

October 1, 2010

After toying around with the idea of becoming a doula for a while now, I have finally decided to take the plunge. I have created this blog as a place to chronicle my journey on this new path and hopefully to see how this name/idea for my business will work.

So far I have attended the required training workshop for DONA International, am doing the required reading and have already attended two births. I am also talking with every doula I know (which is a lot and that is great for me). If you know of someone, send me their blog or website. I would love to have a huge blogroll filled with amazing and awesome doulas.

Welcome. Thank you traveling with me. And feel free to leave comments and take the survey!