Inga story..
My name is Inga, and the idea of starting this project was born from a tremendous pain I experienced — the loss of my fetus. What unites me with these women is pain. These stories, which had so much in common, strangely made me feel secure and not alone. I felt connected and heard by the women who knew exactly how I felt and what I needed at that moment. Thus, my journey to motherhood began when I met my husband. I was already at a mature age and knew we might face some challenges in becoming parents — even though my husband is younger than me. Still, we approached parenthood consciously and with a different mindset: more prepared to welcome new life into this world. I had never met the right person before, and starting a family just because of my ticking biological clock was never an option. I had always dreamed of a loving, affectionate, and caring family. I also wanted my children to have a better upbringing than I did — filled with love, security, and even financial stability.
Preparing a Safe Home for New Life
That’s why I never stopped taking care of myself. I always prioritized my well-being — not only by maintaining a healthy lifestyle, but in general. I quit smoking at an early age (though I never considered myself a smoker), I stopped drinking alcohol completely, and I began going to the gym — although I had already been active in sports since childhood and had participated in many competitions. I always considered myself “fit.” My husband was very much the same: health-conscious, never smoked or drank, and always involved in sports. Once we met, we truly believed we would be the perfect match genetically for our children. So, when we first tried to conceive, it was successful. I felt calm, peaceful, and fulfilled — like everything was falling into place.
From Silent Grief to a Voice for Others
However, that same month I began to feel pain in my belly. I never imagined something could be wrong, especially considering how healthy we both were. Then… I noticed a small amount of blood while urinating, and at that very moment, I knew — the beautiful journey that had just begun was ending. We went straight to the doctor. She confirmed what I feared: the heartbeat had stopped; the fetus was no longer developing. I don’t remember much from that time — everything felt like a blur. I had never felt so hopeless, and everything spiraled out of control. Once we got home, I locked myself inside. My husband supported me as much as he could, but when he left for work, I realized I was going through it alone. My body was experiencing this loss on its own, and so was my mind. I couldn’t eat — I just wanted to sleep or disappear. The rest is history, but because I couldn’t find proper emotional support — not even a human touch from the doctors — I decided to build a community for women. A holistic support space where we can gather and lift each other up, bringing our vulnerabilities into the open without judgment or negativity. I believe in humanity, and I believe that we should help one another thrive.
