My first pregnancy was a blighted ovum.
I was fairly sick and thought that this was a good sign. However, at 11 weeks, I started spotting, which grew to a, still light, but brown mucousy discharge. GP did a home visit and told me to bed rest over the weekend but gave me an appt for a scan (they didn't do EPU in those days).
I had four days of brown mucousy discharge before the scan and it never really amounted to anything (I still had hope).
When I had the scan, DH stayed outside and they called him in before saying anything. Then they said the bad news. The pregancy had ended at 10 weeks. There was an empty sac but no baby. My emotions were to be mortally embarrassed at not, imo at the time, being properly pregnant.
In those days (1990), the protocol was an immediate D&C. I was admitted to gynae ward, and they would not entertain any thoughts of leaving to get my nightie. I think the admission was mid afternoon, but the op was actually late at night. I can't really remember anything of the evening.
I do remember everyone being really kind, but not super sympathetic. They portrayed it as a matter-of-fact, normal part of the childbearing years. I think this attitude was probably very helpful.
Next morning on the ward, waiting for the doc to do his rounds, he saw another woman going through the same before me. She was in her 40s with a planned pregancy, with presumably diminishing hope. I was in my 20s with a good future ahead. It put it into perspective.
Afterwards, I had quite a lot of bright red bleeding - nothing more than a period, though. It went on for a while, more on exertion.
I was pg again within 3 months, so never had to mourn the actual due date.
Now I have five children - all uneventful pregnancies.