's story of home birth brought home to me the pristine beginnings of each and every life on earth.
And then there is the afterbirth. By tradition mine may have been carefully buried. I believe my grandmother got on board the ship to travel to the opposite coast when I was due. My first cousin, Flora, only daughter of my dear Uncle Raymond and Aunt Colobia, resided near us, when her Filipino husband, Lucius, was working in a camp inland (perhaps a timber camp). When her time was near, she asked my mother to take her afterbirth and bury it where they lived, near the river.
In the States, my friend and workmate was selling NuSkin, which contained skin nourishing ingredients from afterbirth. She easily convinced me to buy an astringent and face pack set, saying the placental extracts were from "full-term" only.
I found it very interesting that someone in the home birth
classes said she and her husband ate the afterbirth. Cats do that too. It is a fascinating and intriguing fact that life of Earth eat diversely for as many reasons.
Thank you, Ray, for your marvellous story.