I lost the baby and part of myself.

I had let this child be my whole world. Not even knowing it had passed five weeks ago. I can't even cope right now. I got poked three times and had two things shoved into me. I cried almost every time a doctor walked out of the room. 6 hours later and I'm sitting here writing this while my tiny child is being passed. It shouldn't be this hard. I thought everything was okay. I had symptoms and my stomach was getting bigger. Maybe it was just my brain. I have no where else to turn and the worst part is I can't make it go away because of this pain.