I feel so normal now!
I had a mc at six weeks a few years ago after three years of trying and a few weeks afterwards I thought I was fine when really I was just repressing my true feelings. I had a huge anxiety attack and I felt like I could breathe in but couldn't breathe out and I was shaking and freaking out, it was awful. My lips went blue from it and my husband was in the verge of phoning an ambulance when I calmed down. It totally wiped me out though and I felt really flu-ish for about a week afterwards, I was sleeping for up to 18 hours a day, wouldn't eat, and was saying really stupid, horrible things that had no basis in reality. I told my husband that I knew he was planning to leave me for "a breeder" because he didn't want a "barren" wife, I called him names I won't even repeat and drove him to tears at several points during that week (and he never cries). I told him I knew I was secretly dying and that they were all afraid to tell me I had a terminal illness - I don't even know where I got that from but at the time I believed it wholeheartedly. By the end of the week he'd had enough and got our GP involved (which made me accuse him of being in cahoots with the doctor). The GP gave me diazepam which just made me spacey, I still can't watch Wall-E to this day because I saw it for the first time while spaced out on diazepam feeling wretched and heartbroken but too medicated to cry. I stopped taking them and went to the charity MIND instead for counselling which helped more than anything.
Last year I had a missed mc at fourteen weeks and found it incredibly traumatic, especially the medical management of it. The patient information leaflet really doesn't reflect the reality on that one. It was hard too because I thought I was safe with bring past 12 weeks. As I recovered from the mc I started to get paranoid that it had happened because something was wrong with me. I was tired a lot, nauseous and with little appetite, I had a cold sore and a couple of mouth ulcers, I felt listless, I was hot one minute and freezing the next, all signs of being run down and emotionally drained except I didn't see that and decided these were all signs that I had leukemia (sp?). That was why I lost my baby, because the leukemia had crossed the placenta, I hadn't failed her because it wasn't my fault, I had a terrible illness and that was to blame. I didn't talk to anyone about it and I stewed on it for weeks, which made my anxiety/stress related niggles worse which just reinforced my paranoia that my leukaemia symptoms were worsening. I went to my GP and aske him for every blood test they could do. Bless him, he didn't question it. I think he knew from the last time how I was because he asked if I needed to tell him anything, then he did the blood tests. They all came back normal a few days later and I sat on our bed and cried for what felt like hours. After that I was able to start talking about how I was feeling and I was able to accept that it wasn't my fault, that I wasn't dying, and that it was just going to take time.
I'm so sorry for your loss, it really does just take time. It never goes away entirely, your little one will always be your baby, but it does get easier. Speak to your GP and see what services they can offer. I would also highly recommend the services offered by MIND. They have many forms of therapy available but I found that just sitting in a room with the counsellor and off-loading everything on my mind helped, he would then pick out things that he felt needed further discussion and would ask me leading questions to help me get to the root of my feelings. I cried a lot in the first few sessions but by the end of my course I felt so much better, not just about what happened but about everythig else too.