It's the same thing at our hospital.
When we were told at our scan that our son had died we had to leave through the waiting room filled with other women waiting for their scans, and then through the reception area where women in labour, visitors to the maternity wards and new parents leaving with babies all have to pass through. The women in the waiting room knew, they had seen us taken into the quiet room looking shocked, with me crying and midwifes holding my arms at either side. They saw us come out looking sick and scared and distraught. I felt awful and was worried I was scaring them.
The next time, when we were on the ward and knew we were losing our second baby as well it was the same ward they were bringing women with newborns to from the delivery suite. They put us in a private room but it was in the middle of a corridor surrounded by rooms filled with women and babies. I could hear them, sometimes I could see them, my DH had to walk past them all to get to me. It was very upsetting to say the least. We were there for three days and all night, every night I could hear newborns crying. On the last night it was worse because I knew my daughter would be born and would die the next day and we wouldn't ever hear her cry even once.
I still sometimes have a recurring nightmare about being pregnant again, walking into the waiting room we came through after finding out our son had died, and being told to sit in a certain section reserved for women whose babies are going to die.
Very early in my first pregnancy I also had a small bleed. We went to A&E and they assessed me, them moved me out of the examination room to the corridor by the lift, to make way for some teenage joyriders who had crashed a stolen car. Not badly hurt but very loud and all screaming and crying. It was a very public place to be left alone (DH had gone to the toilet and came back but couldn't find me) and the families of the teenagers kept coming along, looking for their children and shouting and swearing and blaming each other. When they weren't doing that, they entertained themselves by sitting on some chairs nearby and watching me cry. Nobody spoke to me until doctor came passed, asked me why I was there and then told me that I might as well just go home and finish the miscarriage there because there was nothing they could do for me at the hospital.
Resources are one thing but sensitivity is free and it was in short supply that day.