As soon as we found out our new roommate was on the way we started checking out doctors and midwives. One of our favorite people, Tanja, pointed us towards Beth. She's a midwife in town and came very highly recommended. Not only does she live in the other co-housing community in town, she actually delivered the baby that was born in our basement to the family that lived here before we did. (Sorry to all of you visitors who have showered down there and did not know that.)
Beth has been the most helpful, soothing, and informative person we could have ever asked for. She does have a tendency to accidentally freak us out though.
Example: We went in to see Beth early on for a full medical history. As we went through she asked about mental health of extended family. We talked a little bit about some depression and anxiety, no big deal.
Beth says "Well, Postpartum depression can be really rough on people. The number one thing you can do to help with postpartum depression is to have accurate expectations about what the initial experience is going to be like."
Great, good information Beth, very helpful, but let's listen in to what she says next...
"The number two thing you can do to help with postpartum depression is to..."
(Here it comes!)
"...ingest the placenta."
Now this may not come as a shock to you experienced birthers out there, but I can tell you that it came as a shock to us. I was not expecting that one. The picture I had in my head was of Jen crying while the baby is crying and I'm standing at the stove frying up the placenta like liver and onions.
So Jen just starts laughing and I can't really speak much more than "Buhrr... Guuhhh... Hummm." She does go on to explain that they grind it into a powder and put it in capsules, and she tells us that its got all the hormones and iron Jen loses by giving birth, so that's good.
Either way, my Expectant Father book did not have a chapter on how to cook a delicious placenta.
I wonder what happens if you eat the umbilical cord.