I had a bizarre conversation the other day that began with a friend saying ‘Hey, guess what I had on the weekend?’ then followed with ‘my friend’s placenta!’

I know how that sounds as I had visions of a slab of slimy placenta served up on a silver platter, but she went on to explain her friend had her placenta encapsulated (a process where they dry, grind and encapsulate the placenta into handy little tablets). Apparently it assists new mums to avoid postnatal depression, helps with healing after the birth, keeps iron levels high and results in vitality and a sense of well-being. If refrigerated properly, the capsules are said to last a long time and may even help a woman through menopause. My friend had been feeling run-down so her friend suggested she try a placenta capsule. The next day she said she was bursting full of energy and couldn’t believe how good she felt!


This conversation led me to think about the four wasted placentas I had that were just discarded as medical waste. Based upon my friend’s rave review of placenta capsules, I would have had a lifetime supply of capsules for all my family and friends to feel amazing!

The only other use I have heard of for a placenta was a ceremonial one where a friend of mine stored her placenta in the freezer until her child’s naming day and then planted it under a tree to symbolise that the child can always return home. I really liked the idea of the planting of the tree, but not so much the months of having to push the placenta aside to rummage through the freezer in search of meat for the nightly meal!


The idea of using your baby’s placenta may turn your stomach, but it is something that many cultures have promoted for centuries, not to mention animals in the wild do it. Maybe now that you can have your placenta dried and ground in handy capsules, we may see a removal of the stigma attached to consuming this source of rich nutrients.


If you used your placenta, I’d love to hear about it. Leave me a comment!



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I want to know what happens to your brain cells when you are pregnant.  It is like they dissolve overnight, as if your body is so busy cultivating new life, it doesn’t have time to maintain it’s normal function. I think maybe it’s the placenta sucking all reasonable thought processes out of your head – which is why I like to call the phenomenon ‘Placenta brain’.

When pregnant with my first child, I had many times where I wondered whether I might have had a lobotomy overnight! One morning I awoke, poured cereal into a mug, put the cereal container in fridge then instead of getting milk out to put on the cereal, I got distracted by grapes in the fridge and found myself standing there munching on grapes, wondering why I was at the fridge in the first place.

Any time through my pregnancy, and for some time afterwards, if my brain wouldn’t function, I would simply blame my placenta head and move on.

The sad thing is, that it isn’t like you give birth and your brain cells return immediately. The worse case I suffered was a mixture of placenta brain and sleep deprivation. A dear, elderly neighbour came to visit my gorgeous newborn baby girl. My neighbour was very talented at porcelain painting and said she would like to paint a porcelain baby’s bootie with my daughter’s name and date of birth. My first thought was how it was such a sweet gesture. She then asked me for those details. I stood there, my mind blank. I couldn’t for the life of me remember what my baby’s name was. This was my adorable new cherub that I was spending every waking hour caring for and I could not think of her name. I have never been so embarrassed! I tried to buy time mumbling platitudes about how lucky we were to have such great neighbours and what a lovely thought it was. Then crunch time came and I had to confess to her that I couldn’t remember my baby’s name. The dear old thing told me not to worry and just to let her know when I could remember. Who on earth can’t remember their own bundle of joy’s name? I felt like such a bad mother and stood there hating the fact that my brain cells had been hijacked by the placenta! 

As my elderly neighbour said goodbye and walked up our driveway, suddenly out of nowhere, my baby’s name came to me. I opened the front door and yelled at her triumphantly that I had remembered my baby’s name. Relief swept through me and I proceeded to fill her in on her details.

Thankfully years have passed and I haven’t forgotten her name again. In fact, I call it out a lot everyday (she might say too much!). I have also mastered the correct process for making cereal, so maybe those brain cells have finally regenerated!

What stories do you have about suffering from ‘placenta brain’ when you were pregnant?



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