I tried to tell myself, and some other people too, that the third miscarriage couldn't be anything like as distressing as the first two, because it was so early that the babies (twins) probably would never even have had a heartbeat.
In fact it was every bit as bad, and in some ways worse. I never got pregnant again, so I had to go through the due date, and the anniversary, and their first birthday, without another pregnancy to focus on. It brought home to me that the desperation to conceive again each time was partly a way of trying to avoid the sadness.
BK, the trouble with trying to reassure people is that they may believe you, and assume that you're feeling a lot stronger than you really are. They may also assume that they can forget about it and expect you to be back to normal, whereas things go up and down for a long time.
I can type this now without crying and falling apart, because three years later I'm feeling so much better - but I didn't really start feeling better until I fully acknowledged, to myself as much as anyone else, how sad I was.
I still wince when I remember the woman (someone I liked, too) who said of my first loss at 12 weeks 'well, you can't really call it a baby, can you?'. But it's true that she was unimportant in my life and she was probably trying to be kind. It's easier to be angry with her than with a beloved friend who called it a 'blip' or with my mother who asked, when I was very low, what was the matter with me and did I have a cold? One of the hardest things was that none of the people I'd usually turn to could understand. I found a lot of help on the web, here and at Babyworld.
Lots of love and good wishes to all of you who are going through it, be kind to yourselves.