Well, it’s better late than never, right?
After having L’s placenta in our freezer for almost seven months, we finally got around to this important ritual of childbirth. When you have a homebirth, you get to keep the placenta. Or rather, you are responsible for disposing of it yourself. The placenta is the organ that nourishes the baby inside the womb and once both are birthed, the placenta is still rich with nutrients. It makes for a wonderful source of nourishment for plant life. In fact, it is so nutritious that some people encapsulate it and take it as vitamins. But we opted for the tree. We picked out a lovely looking dwarf peach tree and a spot where it should thrive and not interfere with anything else in the yard (i.e., lawn, fence, etc.).
Here’s why we are choosing to perform this ritual instead of dumping L’s placenta in the garbage:
- Planting this tree marks his birth in this place. We rent our home, so we will not always live here. But L was born here, and nothing will ever change that. This tree commemorates his birth on this property. It will be here long after we are gone. (…sniff)
- Planting a fruit tree symbolizes our children as the fruit of our marriage. As we were planting it, I said a prayer thanking God for our beautiful boys, and our wonderful marriage of 10 years.
- It represents the circle of life. Just as his placenta nourished L while he was in my womb, now it will nourish this tree, which will produce fruit of its own and in turn, nourish us. (hopefully in a peach cobbler.)
- Dust to Dust. As I tell my oldest, everything that lives eventually stops living and is put back into the ground, and becomes food for the next thing that lives. The time for this placenta to do its job is over. It must return from whence it came.
So we let the thing thaw in the sun while Andy dug a big hole. PJ played in said hole.
The umbilical cord started to glow a bright white as it thawed, which made me feel kind of emotional. It was a sight I hadn’t seen for seven months, and the last time I saw it I was in a highly emotional state. Finally the hole was ready. Andy dropped it in, and I said a prayer and started to cry.
PJ and Andy threw compost on top of it and it was gone. More dirt, more compost, then finally the peach tree.
There you are, little tree. You are the same age as my baby. May you grow and flourish in God’s grace just as my children will. Amen.
P.S. The funds for this tree are also special. Years ago when my great-grandmother, my Oma, was living she used to send us $30 always for our birthdays. She was an amazing woman, a refugee of WWII, lived to age 90, and all-around very remarkable. She died when I was about 20 and for some reason I never had the heart to spend the last $30 cash she had sent me in the mail. I was wanting to save it for something special. Well, this was finally it. I pulled it out of my jewelry box after all these years and spent it on a tree. A tree that celebrates life.