My husband is a scientist. He labels everything. He once asked me if we could talk about keeping the refrigerator more organized. He volunteered to make labels. Dairy. Vegetables. Condiments. We had only just moved in together so I bit a hole in my lip and smiled and said "if you'd like to take on that project I will try really hard to put things back."
It was never mentioned again.
That having been said there is no placenta shelf in our freezer. Just a ziplock bag with the tell tale biohazard bag inside crammed in the back of the freezer.
For four months and nineteen days. Lucy is four months and twenty one days old. The nurse practitioner that stopped at our house to see us when Lucy was two says old brought it to us. We left it on the counter when we headed home four hours after Lucy's birth.
Some people leave their purse. Or their cell phone charger. We forgot our placenta.
I was lucky. I did not experience postpartum depression after Emily was born. So I elected not to dehydrate and encapsulate my placenta. But I liked the idea of doing something with it.
Different cultures do different things. We decided we would bury it under a plant or shrub, (I can't bring myself to say bush, although the comedic possibility is enticing.)
We decided to plant a gardenia. When we were picking out flowers for our wedding we considered gardenias. I imagine opening my front door next spring and smelling them for the first time of the season. Lucy will be walking by then.
Emily chose a hydrangea for her plant. I am hopeful that our soil will produce blue flowers as that was what helped her make up her mind. The September birth stone is the sapphire and she favors the blue sapphire. Not to be confused with her mother's favorite gin, Bombay Blue Sapphire.
I've said it before. I am smitten with my husband. Married a little over fourteen months and he still makes me smile. He hollers up to me as I stand on the deck out of the rain "get a picture! You'll never see your home again, Lucy!!"
I hope our plants survive. But the benefit of being a mom the second time around? Our kids will make it. Of this much I am certain.
Word to the Wise: "call before you dig" is no joke. We spent our first weekday of summer without cable television or the Internet. MQD wisely elected to not put the plants or the placenta in the hole until after the cable guy came lest he accidentally dig it back up.
It meant we put our plants in during a gentle rain shower on Monday evening instead of on Sunday afternoon. And MQD looks totally hot in wet blue jeans and a tshirt, I mean... our plants were well hydrated and the rain had some kind of poetic symbolism and.... Yeah.
Lucy and I supervised. And Emily? Well, the cable guy came about thirty minutes before MQD got home from work. She established that a placenta looks like a brain and then she decided she'd had enough. There was TV to watch. It's Summertime.
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