When I was born, my parents were pretty much young hippies. After my birthing centre birth, they took home the placenta and dad put it in the fridge. Haha for a few days they kept looking at it and thinking about it. They considered eating it (good nutrients for both men and women) but they were both vegetarian so I think they opted out of that!

In the end, they burried it under a tree and a little bridge in a nearby park (a lovely public garden). I'm pretty sure dad sort of snuck out and did it at night hahaha!

They say that they thought the palcenta was very important, as it had nourished me and helped me grow for 9 months! So they hated the thought of it being put in a big Medical Waste bin. So I guess that's why people bury them - to give the important placenta a sort of kind and symbolic burial.

I think we will bury our placenta in our back yard, under a tree.