It's so awful that so many of us have had similar experiences.
I too was told to go to A&E by NHS Direct. On a Friday night.
I drove myself there, with 11 year old child in tow (my partner was away) and a wadge of tissues between my legs as I had no pads at home. As it was late (already gone to bed) and I was in such a panic I threw my jumper on without a bra naiively thinking I suppose that as it was, at least to me, an "emergency" (as in, I couldn't think of anything worse than losing a much wanted baby) that I'd be ushered in and seen straight away in privacy.
Talk about stupid ..... we sat there for a couple of hours before I was examined. Me feeling dreadfully conspicuous and uncomfortable in what I'd thrown on, and increasingly upset as I had to keep rushing to the loo to change the tissue. Like all of you I was very scared yet it felt to me like no-one cared, and you have to keep it all together in front of everyone else waiting.
I was looked at by a very matter of fact junior doctor who said "oh yes, I think you're miscarrying but until we scan we can't be sure" and "there's nothing I can do" ...... but crucially, no expression of sympathy or regret. She then directed me - still with my son in tow - to wait immediately outside where the A&E cubicles were, where I sat for a further 4 hours feeling totally forgotten about, devastated, and worried as well for my son. During that time, I was treated to up close and personal views of two local teenagers who were paralytic, who'd vomited everywhere and who'd pissed themselves getting the sort of sympathetic care and concern ("there, there" and wiping their face gently with a flannel type of thing) which wrongly or rightly I felt I deserved instead of someone who had stupidly got totally wrecked.
Eventually, my partner arrived, got my son home and I was sent up to a ward, though no-one gave me any info about anything and I had to ask where the loo was ...... stupid, thoughtless details like that ...... like, you're obviously going to want to know where the loo is when you're miscarrying.
I didn't sleep a wink ...... you lie there, still hoping against hope. Again, I felt forgotten about - come morning, no-one came to see how I was, nor to advise when this scan could happen. In fact, the friendliest face was the woman doing the toast (though I couldn't eat).
Was then sent home, told to come back Monday for the scan ..... so I don't understand why I was kept in overnight ? Bled all weekend, had scan - very matter of fact again ..... nothing there. Bye.
I know it's probably irrational but when you are miscarrying you feel a huge sense of urgency in the hope that "something" can be done. Feeling ignored and/or having to wait around for hours is excrutiating - when I mulled it all over in my mind after, I kept kicking myself for not being more insistent (British reserve and all that) and wondered if I had been, would there have been an outside chance ? I kept thinking about how, instead of sitting in A&E for a total of 7 hours or so, would it have made any difference had I laid down ? Probably stupid, but it's things like that about which there is so little information IME. Oh yes ...... once you get on the internet afterwards, there's all sorts of anecdotal information but at the hospital, there's very little advice and/or reassurance given at all.
Compared to some of the experiences related here, my story is nothing yet it remains something I remember accutely 7 years on. It was awful and I just felt irrelevant. Typing this now, I'm surprised at how angry I still feel at witnessing the tender care given to drunks that night whose condition was self inflicted.
I suppose staff at a Friday night A&E probably felt I was getting in the way.