I've just sat here reading all of these postings crying my eyes out. My only miscarriage happened 11 years ago, and I still think about it now, I was 11 weeks and it was the week after valentines day, my husband and I had just got engaged. I had such bad cramps and extremely heavy bleeding, I lived on my own but luckily had good friends nearby who took me to their house to rest, but next morning things got a lot worse, my friend rang the doctor who phoned for an ambulance, but they were on strike!! Just what I needed, an army ambulance was supposed to be on its way but never turned up, in the end the doc phoned the hospital and my friends took me.
Once there I was put into a side room, countless nurses and doctors were in and out with various bowls full of bloodied towels etc. In the end instead of doing a D&C they changed it to an ERPC (Evacuation of Remaining Product of Conception). They told me that it was just one of those things and obviously wasn't meant to be. Sorry to go into such graphic detail, but, that is the only bit I haven't really told anyone about.
Even with all that going on the only thought that kept going through my head was, would my fiance (now hubby) still want to marry me? Luckily he did, he took a week off work to stay with me (living at opposite ends of the country). I am happy to say that we've been married now for 10½ years and have 2 lovely kids (even though I moan about them).
Good luck to you all, keep trying.