Midwife Jennifer Angell

Midwife Jennifer Angell


Jennifer Angell is a licensed chiropractor and a licensed midwife, serving Orange County, California and surrounding areas.  

She received her Doctor of Chiropractic degree from Northwestern College of Chiropractic in 2002, and graduated from National Midwifery Institute in 2018.  She served over 500 families as a Certified Birth Doula for 16 years before becoming a Midwife.  

Jennifer truly believes in the body's ability to birth, having extreme reverence for the birthing process.  She welcomed her two daughters earth side in peaceful at-home water births, surrounded by her midwife and team of  wise women.  Jennifer is honored to walk with women through the rite of passage to motherhood.  She strives for all of her clients to have the highest level of health and well-being throughout their pregnancy, and works with them to achieve the safest arrival for their little one.  Usually this is a normal physiological birth in the comfort of the client's home.

She provides home birth services, with the option for water birth if desired.  Jennifer does not attend breech or twin births.

***  Jennifer Angell is NOT a Medical Doctor, Nurse, or Nurse Practitioner.  She is a Certified Professional Midwife (CPM) through the National Association of Registered Midwives (NARM) and she is a California Licensed Midwife (LM).   *** 

Well-Woman Care

Well-Woman Care

We offer well-woman care care which includes annual exams, paps, lab work, STI testing, and holistic counseling for healthy menses, hormonal balance, optimal digestion, fertility, and pre-conception. 

Using the midwifery model of care, the well woman exam is individualized and client centered.  We do not use stirrups for paps and pelvic exams, instead we use a flat table and allow the client the time needed for the most comfortable experience possible.

We provide resources for clients to further their knowledge to go into conception and pregnancy with the highest level of health and wellness possible. 

Prenatal, Birth, & Postpartum Care

Prenatal, Birth, & Postpartum Care

Prenatal visits are provided during the developmental stages of your baby. We take the time to address your physical and emotional needs to ensure that your prenatal experience is one that you'll enjoy. Services during your visit can include urine assessments, blood pressure testing, nutritional counseling, and fetal heart measurements.  Visits are 30 minutes to an hour in length.  We find this time to be extremely valuable to establish trust, good communication, and know what is normal for you and your baby. 

The midwife will arrive for your home birth when you are in labor, bringing with her all equipment that is in a standard labor and delivery room, including options for water birth.  At home you will experience the freedom to move around as needed, eat what you'd like when you'd like, and relax in whatever way feels good for your body. The combination of support and comfort from your family and our team, is beneficial in facilitating your birth. 

To ensure that you receive the best possible care for you and your newborn baby, your home birth midwife will stay in close contact with you after your birth to provide support, physical exams, assist with breastfeeding, and answer any questions you may have. All of these services can be provided to you in the comfort of your home. Our goal is to stay connected with you for a happy and healthy postpartum. 

Advanced Doula / Monitrice Services

Advanced Doula / Monitrice Services

We provide Advanced Doula / Monitrice Midwifery Services for families that choose to birth in the hospital, yet want the intimate and loving care of a Midwife.  

Prenatal and postpartum appointments are provided with the same attention and care as home birth clients.  Labor support is provided with the added benefit of providing medical services such as listening to fetal heart tones and performing vaginal exams if desired.  When birth is close, or at anytime the family chooses to go to the hospital, your midwife will accompany you, providing continuous labor support as a Doula until your baby is nestled in your arms.

Body, Mind and Soul Birthing Course

Body, Mind and Soul Birthing Course

Welcome to the first ever complete body, mind, and soul birthing course!

We are here to help you take your birth from “AH! 🙅‍♀️” to “Ahhhh” 💆‍♀️”.

With experience in over 500 births and thousands of coaching success stories, we created this course for the wellbeing of the modern woman. Birth doesn’t have to be painful. And maintaining your body and lifestyle after birth doesn’t have to be hard!

Whether it’s your first time giving birth, our your 4th time around - this course will give you all the tools you need for an amazing, empowering birth experience and upgraded life postpartum.

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Third baby "dream home birth"!

Third baby "dream home birth"!

I was her doula for her second baby and I have the most vivid memory of racing down the freeway and all of us barely making it to the hospital for her baby’s arrival.  Mid-way through her third pregnancy, she reached out to me inquiring about having her dream birth—at home. 

Just past 40 weeks, her waves began at 4pm on a Tuesday evening.  She tucked her two girls into bed and went to bed early, hoping for some sleep before the work ahead.  Imagine everyone’s surprise when daylight broke and we all had a good night’s sleep!  Her waves had continued all night and into the morning, every 15-20 minutes.  At 11:30am she texted that the waves were now every 6-7minutes.  Witnessing her second baby’s swift arrival, I called her immediately.  She answered the phone a little out of breath, having just finished a wave.  That’s all I needed to hear.  I said, “they are strong—we are coming!”

We arrived at 12:30pm and tiptoed about, quietly setting up the maternity suite.  She would pause and breathe through the waves, one of those “silent birthers” who go inward during their labor.  Not wanting to get into the birthing pool “too soon” was quickly met with “you can get into the pool whenever you want.”  She sunk deeply into the warm water, welcoming its comfort.  Soon the smooth silent breathing turned to quiet grunts as her baby slipped through her cervix and her body began pushing her baby down. 

Her partner was beside her, caressing, holding, encouraging, and witnessing her strength.  The baby’s water bag became visible with each wave and soon released with a pop.  Baby was crowning as she squeezed her partner’s hands and held onto him oh so tightly.  Somehow he released himself from her grip, and slipped into the pool with her, ready to catch his baby.

Baby’s head was born, and we waited.  And waited.  And waited for the next wave.  Time stood still.  We were in awe of the miracle, the sweet new life between two worlds.  Baby turned her head, aligned her shoulders, and with the next wave, this Mama pushed and brought her third baby girl into the world, into Daddy’s hands, who then placed her upon her Mama’s chest and into her embrace.    

Welcome to the world, sweet baby girl!  You were welcomed with love, peace, and trust.  Your Mama exclaimed “I feel like I finally had my dream birth!”  This is birth.  This is how it can be.  <3

Weaning My Pre-Schooler & Remembering My Breastfeeding Journeys

Weaning My Pre-Schooler & Remembering My Breastfeeding Journeys

I was on a long run today, and I felt my breasts heavier than usual--more tender and sore. They were in the process of drying up. I took the moment to reflect on the past week, and started to get emotional. I realized that the process of weaning my three-and-a-half year old was complete. Even though I was ready, it was bittersweet. My pre-schooler was my last baby. Therefore, I would no longer nurse again. As you can imagine, I had mixed emotions ranging from weepy from this loss to happiness in remembering my breastfeeding relationships with my girls.

During my run, my mind returned to my breastfeeding journey with my oldest child, my daughter Skylar. She was my first baby, brought into the world where I unexpectedly found myself single and facing raising her alone. I thought I knew all there was to know about breastfeeding. I had read every word of “The Womanly Art of Breastfeeding.” I thought having a natural home birth would segue into an easy and beautiful nursing relationship. Unfortunately, that was hardly the case! Within moments of her birth, as she lay at my breast, skin to skin, my Doula and Board Certified Lactation Consultant (and now Midwife) said, “She has a tongue tie.” Those words went in one ear and out the other. Twelve years ago, tethered oral tissues were hardly known, acknowledged, talked about, nor revised. I didn’t give it another thought for over a decade. And then, in hindsight, it all made sense why we struggled. 

Oh the problems! Oh the issues! Oh the pain! Sore, scabbed, bloody, painful nipples. My baby didn’t urinate in the first 24 hours, which led to a professional giving me incredibly unhelpful advice “just spoon some water into her mouth.” Engorgement where I had two ENORMOUS ROCK HARD BOULDERS protruding from my chest. That first week I was wearing cabbage leaves and was trying unsuccessfully to pump to relieve my suffering. Somehow I got through. Luckily I was blessed with an abundant milk supply, which was my saving grace. However, I didn’t know that excessive spitting up could be a sign of a tongue tie. I didn’t have enough burp rags! Ten in the diaper bag, all over the house, several in the car. Bibs and changes of clothes—for her AND for me! All of my shirts had white stains on the shoulders. Projectile loss of full feeds down my back as I worked the bubbles out. I would burp Skylar for twice as long as she would feed, never knowing that it wasn’t normal!

I reminisced about how different my circumstances were when I was raising my first as compared to raising my second. Being a single mother had its challenges. I worked full time, pumped breast milk for bottles when she was away from me, nursed her when we were together. I also joked that she was a “switch hitter.” I would wake in the morning and attach my pump while I did my hair and make-up. Often times the milk would overflow both 5-ounce bottles and spill over onto my feet and the floor. I was so thankful for an abundant supply! 

My initial goal was to nurse Skylar for one year. I was happy when she continued nursing, and then planned to nurse as long as she wanted. Skylar was a very independent child. How much of it was her innate personality or that it was unfortunately forced upon her, I will never know. I relied on very close family friends to help care for her. Sometimes I would lay her down in her crib, only to scoop her up, drive across town, and lay her down in another crib as I ran off to a birth. She was such a happy, independent, trusting little soul. The story of her weaning isn’t surprising at all. One day, she was just “done.” I pulled her close to me when she was 16-months old, and she refused my breast. I tried again, and she pushed away, only to want to go play with her toys. I was taken aback. I didn’t think it was the end—I honored her wish and would try later. However, she wasn’t interested later either. The next day I tried again, to no avail. My toddler had weaned on her own will. I wasn’t ready, but she was. Our breastfeeding relationship came to a beautiful, smooth, easy, non-traumatic end. I couldn’t have asked for better!

My thoughts then turned to the present moment. My eyes welled with tears as I again felt the heaviness of my breasts, knowing that my youngest had just weaned. I realized I had not taken a photo of her nursing for the last couple years, and irrationally thought, “Just kidding! Let’s go nurse so I can have a picture.” I knew I couldn’t do that. My heart had taken all the photos, and they were all forever etched into my soul. My mind drifted to our breastfeeding relationship, and how different it was. I had always been surprised when I would talk to other Mamas about breastfeeding their children, with varying stories of lengths of nursing. It opened my eyes to the realization that all babies are different, and all breastfeeding relationships are unique, even within families!

I didn’t know if I would be blessed with more children. Intuitively, I knew Skylar wouldn’t be my only, but still came to be at peace should that be the case. When she was seven-and-a-half years old, I met Rod. He came into our lives and exponentially expanded our love and our family. We were overcome with joy as we welcomed baby Kallysta into our lives a year later. 

The ease at which our breastfeeding journey unfolded is multi-faceted. I had a partner and support, which is HUGE! I didn’t return to work as quickly, and when I did, it was part-time. I knew more, having become a lactation educator counselor and had taught breastfeeding classes for the previous eight years. The biggest factor, I believe, was that Kallysta did not have a tongue tie like her sister. We didn’t even have burp rags!!! “Kalisi” as we nicknamed her--never spit up. Never ever! She burped on her own just by us lifting her upright after a feed. I never had sore nipples, never became engorged, and never had plugged ducts. 

I eventually went back to work, and Kalisi also became a “switch hitter.” I would pump for her breast milk bottles when I was away, and would nurse when we were together. My abundant milk supply allowed me to pump extra for nine months for a Mama with twins! I still had some sadness that Skylar had weaned earlier than I wanted, so my goal for Kalisi was to nurse until she was two years old. Two years came and went. Somehow three years came and went! I have always been such a huge supporter of extended breastfeeding, but didn’t think she would still be nursing at three!

I wish I had documented the timeline in which the nursing sessions reduced in frequency. I do know that it was shortly after she turned one that I decided to end the extra pumping sessions and donating. This was such a hard decision, but one that was necessary. It probably wasn’t too much later when I decided to finish pumping forever! Hallelujah! I’ve always loved breastfeeding but the pump was a different story!  Our journey went as most breastfeeding relationships probably do—down to morning and night, and then just at night before bed.

Our extended breastfeeding relationship was really special. It was our time together to slow down, rock, and cuddle. My how she grew. She always asked for her “milkies” and I was always happy to oblige. Until it started to seem more like a chore for me, just another thing in the long line of things to do before bed. She was three and a half—her legs nearly brushed the floor as she lay across my lap for her feeds. I was ready to start the weaning process. I would try to “forget” to give her milkies—but that didn’t work. Kalisi is quite the smart one, and would always remind me. I would even say, “How about no milkies tonight?” And that would go over like a lead balloon.  I didn’t want the weaning to be at all traumatic, so I would nurse without another word, and put a happy child to bed.

I mentioned to Rod that I was ready to start weaning—to which he seemed surprised. He knew how much I cherished this relationship. He wanted to make sure I was ready, even encouraging me to keep going. I’m all about a supportive partner, and I am so thankful he was. However, I knew that it was time for me. I was ready. 

I decided to try the “band-aid” trick. In my mind, I couldn’t imagine it working with my smart pre-schooler. I had heard it work like magic for toddlers. But what did I have to lose? So I took two band-aids and a dark red marker. I colored the white absorbent part of the band-aid with marker to seep through to the other side and I stuck them across my nipples. Fingers crossed, let’s give it a try!

The little one wanted her “milkies” and I told her Mama has ouchies and couldn’t give milkies that night. She said she wanted to see, so I showed her the band-aids and said “ouchie” and acted to be in pain. Kalisi had so much empathy, and asked if I had hurt them when I went for a run. Oh my gosh, seriously!!?? She had remembered that Rod had chaffed his nipples a few days before on a long half-marathon training run. I sure “ran” with that one!! LOL! I told her that yes, I had hurt them running and they needed a few days to heal. So one week ago on that Thursday night was the first night we didn’t nurse. We cuddled and rocked, and she happily went to bed without any protest or tears. Now that was too easy, I told myself! We will see how it goes tomorrow.

The next day and for a few days after, Kalisi asked if my nipples were better. I placed the band-aids for a couple more days to show her when she asked. And then I left the band-aids off, and when she asked if my “boobas” were better, I simply said they were still ouchie and needed more time to heal. She didn’t ask to see them. Then by night five and six, no mention of milkies or boobas. Our journey was complete. My little one had weaned. It was simple, peaceful, and right for us. 

Here I am one week later. I am amazed how smooth the process went. I am still working through my feelings, as I’m sure every Mama does as she weans her last. My breasts are heavy, full, and sore, and I’m waiting for them to start feeling better. But we did it! Even though she wasn’t part of the decision to wean, I am so proud of her ability to adapt and change to the next transition in “growing up.” These transitions are moments of trust and growth, strengthening the dynamic between parent and child.  Onward, little one! 

I am so blessed to be your Mama and look forward to experiencing all of the steps you take as you continue to grow and flourish in life.

2019 Midwifery Year in Review

2019 Midwifery Year in Review

Midwife Reflections on 2019, Written by Jennifer Angell, DC, LM, CPM

Where does one even begin as they reflect back on 2019? This past year was an incredible inaugural year for my midwifery practice and I would love to share some of the highlights. 

I received my Midwife license in January 2019 and was so excited to begin seeing clients. I furnished and decorated a dedicated “midwife room” in my chiropractic office, and began the monumental task of setting up my social media, website, and other advertising venues. [Which is a constant work in progress and a love-hate relationship!] And then I waited. And waited. And waited. If anyone truly knows me, they know patience is not one of my virtues!

Finally in April I began seeing my first midwifery clients for their prenatal appointments. I had ridiculous amounts of joy—I loved every minute spent with my clients, their partners, and their families. I was measuring bumps, listening to baby heartbeats, and chatting as if we were having tea. I scheduled an hour for appointments, and we always used the full hour. The intimacy and relationship that a midwife builds with her clients is so special—I didn’t realize the depth of this as a student midwife and have now come to cherish this with my own clients.

There were moments where I floated through the days as if in my element, confident and self-assured. Other times I questioned how I could handle such huge responsibilities and once joked that I felt like a “rookie.” I would call on dear friends in the birthing community and veteran midwives with questions and for advice. Everyone was super supportive, and one midwife in particular told me she hadn’t “grown her wings” until she had been in practice for three years. So I sprouted my little baby wings, dug in my heels, and kept on going.

Being a birth doula for sixteen years and a student midwife for four still didn’t prepare me for the role as a midwife--its responsibilities, complexities, and its deep fuel for my soul.   So many times I felt a peacefulness wash over me, knowing that I was doing and being exactly what I was meant to do and be.

“The more I learn, the more I realize I don’t know.” ~Albert Einstein

Every birth is as unique as our fingerprints, no two are ever the same. I did my best to remain humble and grounded and somehow mix it with knowledge and experience. Despite all of this, birth continues to teach me in the subtlest and grandest of ways.  For example, at one birth I was calmly boiling herbs on the stove and slowly setting up the birth supplies. I then walked past my client in the birthing pool.  One quick glance and I exclaimed, “Oh! Your baby’s head is out!” Grabbing for gloves, ripping them as I pulled them on, realizing my birth team that was on their way wasn’t going to make it. How do birthing people push out babies without any sound????!!! [And this was her first baby!] Thinking this wouldn’t happen again, my lessons continued. At another birth, my client was having her second baby. As I held her in my arms, my assistant casually walked behind her and said, “Oh! We have a head!” HOWWWWW do clients push out babies in complete silence?????!!!!  On the flip side, many of my clients roared their babies out too! 

I learned so much from all of my clients and their families. I read so many books this past year, enrolled in many more online classes, continuing to expand my knowledge and improve my skills. What was that Albert Einstein quote again?! It was in the middle of midwifery school that I started to say “birth is SO HUGE!” and this mantra stays with me always. There will never be a day that I “get it,” because there is no “getting” birth. Birth is birth—a magical, mysterious, incredible journey of bringing forth new life and the making of families. I surrender to its uncontrollable power and I kneel before my clients in awe of their strength as birth moves through them, changing them anew every time. 

Midwives have skilled hands and know how to sit on them. ~Anonymous

I witnessed incredible strength in families, as birth plans changed or the experience became more than expected. I watched in awe as clients pushed out their babies as their partners fiercely held them close. I watched one family’s resilience and unwavering love for each other and their baby during their baby’s unexpected NICU stay. I walked alongside a beautiful, strong, and courageous family that devastatingly lost their full term baby at 38 weeks. I will forever hold them so very close to my heart. The highs and the lows and everything in between—this is birth.

The following is my attempt to summarize the statistics for my first year as a licensed practicing midwife. I had the honor to be a birth assistant as a second midwife for four home births with three different midwives. I supported ten families as an “Advanced Doula/Monitrice”, which included a VBA2C and a VBA3C! Of these thirteen clients only two welcomed their babies through cesarean birth. Nine of these clients also saw me for chiropractic care through their pregnancies, birth, and postpartum.

Being in practice for the first year, I had many interviews and consultations for my home birth midwifery services. We have an amazing home birth community of midwives in Orange County, CA, several with many years of experience. The energy and connection a family feels when hiring a midwife plays a vitally important role in how their pregnancy and birth unfolds. I am eternally grateful to the eight families who interviewed me, and despite my lack of years, hired me anyway. These families will always hold a very special place in my heart. We had an incredible year!

Eight clients enrolled in my care for planned home births. Seven of the eight birthed at home, with all seven of the births being water births. One client opted for a non-emergent transfer to the hospital due to exhaustion, after several days of prodromal labor and a plateau in active labor. All eight clients had normal spontaneous vaginal births. One of my clients had a successful and empowering home birth after one prior cesarean birth. Four of my clients were expecting their first baby, three clients were expecting their second baby, and one client was expecting her third baby. The age range of my birthing clients was 25-33, with an average age of 30. One of my clients hired me at the beginning of the pregnancy, whereas the remaining seven transferred into my care from a tradition obstetrician. The earliest arrival came at 37+3 weeks, the latest at 41+3. The littlest baby was 5 pounds, 11 ounces and the biggest baby was 9 pounds, 3 ounces. There were four boys and four girls. One baby needed a couple inflation breaths, and one client had a postpartum hemorrhage which we successfully treated and handled at home. Six of my eight clients saw me for chiropractic care, and one had her own chiropractor throughout the pregnancy, birth and postpartum time. 

There are so many more stories, more statistics, and countless other details that I have left out. This year is forever etched into my heart and soul, with all of its lessons, joys, challenges, and growth.  

Welcome to the World, 2019 Babies!

Aayaan, Aiden, Charles, Christian, Coda, Elle, Evangeline, Hafez, Henry, Jesse, Kieran, Liam, Magnolia, Maya, Rio, Sia, Stella, Summit, Teddy, Weston, Zion

Rest in Peace, Apollo. We will never forget you.

Born With An Angell Midwifery Care

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