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Living in the OC is sort of like living in a bizarre Twilight Zone of Republican Crunchiness. You can’t throw a rock without hitting someone who wants Obama burned at the stake. But if you bust out a formula bottle to feed your kid at the park, you best believe every mom will chase you home carrying their lanterns and pitchforks.
This being said, there seems to be a funny vein of crunchy mom options now available for all mamas, “Rice Crispy” to “Granola”, alike. One of these is Placenta Encapsulation.
Being the GMO-eating crispy variety myself, I was a bit skeptical. I knew there were benefits. But also, eeek.
That’s when I was referred to Jill at Placenta OC and we had a 30-minute chat. I got the rundown on the process, the benefits, the cost. She demystified all of it and was mindful and sensitive about my questions and concerns. I was hopeful. Being a first-time mom who had to go back to work when her kid was 11 weeks, I couldn’t risk having crying fits in the boardroom. That’s not how you sign new contracts (despite it being a great negotiating strategy. Seriously. Try it.).
- Here’s the skinny for non-believers and dread-wearers:
The process is quick. Post-birth, Jill picks up the goods and 2 days later she drops off the capsules in a cute gift bag with easy-to-follow instructions.
- It’s not really icky at all: The capsules look like what you would buy at GNC.
- Totally affordable. Much less expensive than therapy or the cost of fixing the mommy-shaped hole in the wall you may create after your hubby brings home the wrong kind of Chardonnay.
- They work. Period. My hubby grew up eating Cheetos and drinking Mountain Dew. I had to have him Facetime with Jill to get him on board with the idea, alone. 6 days postpartum, he would anxiously ask me if I “had remembered to take my pills” (Subtext: Please take your pills, damnit.) . If I hadn’t I would throw a lamp at his head. If I had, I would just kiss his face and glide away, like a Beauty Queen from Louisiana.
All in all, a long way of saying: Do this, because it works. Do it if you don’t believe, do it if you do. Just do it. You can thank me (and Jill, I GUESS) later.
Photo by Fruit of the Womb