Inga story..

And finally let’s meet Me.
My name is Inga and the idea of starting this project was due to a tremendous pain I have
experienced the loss of my fetus. What unites us with these women – pain. These stories, who
had so much in common, abnormally made me feel secure and not left alone. I felt connected and
heard by the women who understood exactly how I felt and what I needed thereupon.
Hence, my story of becoming a mother started when I met my husband. I was already at my
mature age, hence I knew that we might have some slight difficulties of becoming parents, even
though my husband is younger than me. However, parenthood was chosen consciously and with
different mindsets: more prepared of receiving new life into this world. In addition, I could not
meet the right person, thus starting the family just because of my ticking biological age was not
in my foresight, since I have always dreamed of a loving and caring family with big affection.
Moreover, I wanted my children to have different experiences and upbringings than mine: I
sincerely wanted to give them a lot of care, security and even financial stability.
Thus, I never stopped taking care of myself, meaning I always treated myself as a priority not
even with a healthy lifestyle, but in general: I quit smoking at an early age, even though I could
never consider it smoking. I stopped drinking alcohol completely, I started going to the gym,
even though I used to do sports since I was a child, I used to participate in loads of competitions,
and I always considered myself ‘fit’.
Likewise, my husband: a very health-oriented person, who never smoked or drank, always did
sports throughout his life. Once we met, we really thought it would be a perfect match for our
children’s genetics. Hence, the first attempt once we decided to have a baby was positive.
Unprecedented, I felt in peace and content within.
However, the same month I felt pain in my belly. I never thought that something could be wrong,
especially knowing how healthy we both are, right? Then… little blood appeared while urinating
and at that particular moment I knew that it was the end of this amazing journey which had just
started… We headed directly to the doctor for the diagnosis. Afterwards she told me what I
expected to hear: the heart had stopped, and it stopped developing. During that time, I do not
remember half of the things that happened. I have never felt so hopeless, and all the rest just
spiraled out of my control.
Once we got home, I stayed under closed doors. My husband supported me as much as he could,
nevertheless once he left for work, I understood that I am going through this experience alone.
My body is undergoing this by itself, moreover the pain was mine and I had to heal myself
somehow, as I didn’t want to eat, simply BE. All I wanted was to sleep or just do not exist
anymore.
The rest is history as I could not find relevant support, so called ‘human touch’ even from the
doctors, I sought to establish women’s community. A holistic support where all women can
gather and support each other by bringing our vulnerabilities as accepted norm without
negativity or judgmental attitude. Since I do believe in humanity and that we should help each
other to thrive.