Our Story

On 10 February 2025, a routine 15‑minute dating scan changed our lives.

The pregnancy we had welcomed with such joy in our fourth year of marriage had stopped progressing. At twelve weeks—during the appointment just before we hoped to share our news—our baby was found to be measuring only eight weeks. They called it a missed miscarriage. Time stood still.

We endured the trauma of inducing the miscarriage at home, followed by an emergency rush to surgery when retained tissue became infected a few days later. When the medical whirlwind finally settled, one truth was clear:

We could grieve with dignity only because we could afford a second opinion, private care, and therapy. We could take leave from work. We met medical professionals who treated us like family. We will never forget the sonographer who delayed her day while she held my leg and let me cry until I was done.

Too many South Africans cannot relate.

Urangani—which means “the beginning” and was to be our child’s name—now lives on as this foundation. We make compassionate care, clear information, and protected healing possible for every family facing miscarriage or infertility, regardless of income, location, or broken systems.

Grief is heavy enough without rushed waiting rooms, workplace indifference, or unspoken “get‑over‑its.” Class must not dictate the quality of care at life’s most fragile moments. Those of us who have walked through open doors must hold them wide for others.

We refuse to leave families behind.

In honour of the child we lost, we offer quiet, dignified support to anyone on this hardest stretch of the parenthood journey.
Together, we will heal.