At my births no one said, “Hey, Sweetie wanna see your placenta?” I would have gasped in horror and politely said, “No thank you. Remember I wanted him spotless before you gave him to me? And you still gave him to me all gooey… You’re lucky I didn’t let him slide right off me!”
So photographing my first birth was the first time, I had actually seen a placenta. And it was memorizing… Even for a someone who got warned all the time, “YOU don’t do well around blood!” But I was captivated by the placenta. I kept thinking, “What is the midwife doing? What’s she actually looking for? How can she see anything? Oh. My. God. She’s lifting it off the floor?! It’s gonna rip. It’s gonna rip! Blood is gonna go everywhere! Woah… Look how strong it is!!”
Examining the placenta is still one of my favorites parts of a birth shoot. And it doesn’t get much love from birth photographers. I get it. There’s more tender, real, and emotional parts to share.
But the placenta… People, the placenta is life!
This life sustaining organ is also a pretty decent metaphor for life.
It’s messy. Confusing. Dark. Fragile looking.
But look closer… Please. Look closer.
It’s also beautiful. Mysterious. Powerful. And gives you exactly what you need.
How can one not be in awe of the placenta?!
Look past the blood and notice its beauty and strength.
After all it gave you your beauty and strength. Honor it.