Breastfeeding is much easier now and I could enter us for stunt feeding events at an Extreme Breastfeeding convention. Well, I could if the stunts included dangerous and death defying positions such as ‘feeding whilst lying on your back’ or ‘feeding in your sleep’. When I nurse him at night I often wake up without him lying beside me and I think I am still pregnant and haven’t had him, or that I have squashed him or that he has been kidnapped. It takes a while for me to realise he is on the other side of me and I have actually fed him whilst asleep.
On my birthday we had a party and we ate the placenta. It had been in the freezer for 6 weeks so we had to do something with it. I was a bit put off by some photos on the web when I looked for recipes but when it came down to
it, it was an amazing thing to look at. The umbilical cord was there, cut off where my boyfreind cut it at the birth and we found the cawl, amazing plasticy stuff. It looked like really fresh, very good quality meat. My boyfriend cut off all the membrane and fried it gently with onions and garlic, he then whizzed it up to make a pate. Not too many people were keen on trying it, I gagged myself! The people who liked it were all women, the only bloke to try it was my boyfreind who ate the most of it.
We felt a bit giggly drunk afterwards, dunno if that was the affect of the placenta or just the adrenalin from doing something so close to canibalism. When you get over the idea of it it tastes great, I can only really describe it as tasting healthy, and that’s a weird way to think about meat.