Jenn Linstad, MSM, LM CPM (she/her)
Hi! I’m Jenn. I’m a midwife, a mother, an artist, and about a thousand other things. I am so lucky to partner with Ceci and Mercedes to care for you. I am humbled and grateful you are here.
I was 10 years old the first time I thought, “I want to catch babies.” That dream seemed to only align with being a doctor, and I didn’t want to do that, and so it faded to the background. I spent 25 years in the arts, and still love every minute I can spend at a theatre, a gallery, or a good movie. In 2007 I attended my first birth and everything changed. That dream of a 10 year old came into focus, and I realized my entire life no matter what I was doing, it was always through the lens of education, advocacy, and loving support – everything birth work is.
I respect the power of birth, and trust not only you and what your body is capable of, but I also trust your baby’s story. As your midwife, my hope is that you experience non-judgmental, loving, attentive care. I will listen to you. I will hear you. I am here to provide a safe, loving space to empower you to discover all you have inside of you. As your midwife I would like to use my experience, compassion, knowledge and love to support this whole-self journey and revolution.
I am also a health at every size healthcare provider, and will always champion your strong, healthy body. You are powerful, you are amazing, and you are gift to this world.
I fully acknowledge that as a white, cisgender woman I have a lot of privilege, and it is my joy to use this privilege to support systemic change in how pregnancy care is experienced, and how the midwifery model of care improves outcomes. I will never know first-hand what it is like to experience healthcare as a brown or black person, as a trans-person, an immigrant, or where my first language is not the default, but I am here to believe you when you tell me what it is like, and what you need.
I live in Kent with my two kids, my oldest a magnificent, proud member of the trans and LGBTQ+ community, and my son, the human with the biggest, most loving heart that ever existed. Having teenagers is an eye-opening revolution, as they teach me daily that I don’t know anything, that my name is actually Bruh, how cringe I am, and finally that chores are an unfair remnant of the patriarchal capitalist bourgeoisie and how dare I. Our cats dig me, though.