This post over at The Human Pacifier reminded me that we currently have a placenta issue.
We’ve got J’s placenta in our freezer. It’s been there for almost 4 years now. For awhile, I considered burying it in the backyard, but that never seemed quite right. I always knew we’d be leaving this house, and I never wanted to leave something so personal behind for strangers to live with.
Last summer, when we decided to go on a family camping trip in Upstate NY, I finally realized that the lake we were heading to was exactly the right place for J’s placenta. This was both the place of my yearly childhood camping trips, and also the place where M and I communed with the trees when I was pregnant with him. But you know what happened? We forgot to bring the freakin’ placenta when we left for the 6 hour drive upstate. I can’t tell you how irritated I was when I discovered that fact.
Now we are making this international move, and the placenta is still in the freezer. Obviously we can’t take it with us. Can you imagine what might happen at customs if I tried to breeze through with a ziplock bag with placenta inside?
So a few minutes ago Arp asks me what we are going to do about it. I think I’m going to leave it in his parent’s freezen for now. I know that I will eventually come back, and I know in my heart that I will have to come back to that lake upstate someday. It’s a place that pulls me back like a magnet. So the buriel of the placenta will just have to wait for a little while.