In which I use “clatter” and “placenta” in the same sentence.

Mr. and Mrs. Darwin just had a baby at home, and they post a short birth story here.  I can relate to the ending:

Postscript: I opened the freezer the other day to get something, and there was the placenta, bagged up and large as life. I’d completely forgotten about it. We don’t plan to barbeque it, just so you know.

We had each of our placentas in the freezer for a while. Occasionally, because of the many casseroles stuffed in there to nourish us through the newborn period, opening the door of the freezer would cause a placenta to clatter to the floor in its ziploc bag.

Eventually each one was transported to Ohio where we buried it under a fruit tree in Mark’s parents’ orchard.  Each boy likes to visit "his" tree when we go to see Grandma and Grandpa.