Wow - I'm a little late finding this thread - it's amazing there are so many of us with similar stories.
DH and I lost our little girl when I was 27 weeks along - I hadn't felt her move for a day, the dr did an ultrasound and said she had died. They told me to go home and wait for my body to go into labor naturally; after 2 weeks of walking around with my dead baby in my belly, they induced and Ashley was born on Nov. 2, 1988. She'd be 16 later this year. Even after an autopsy, they had no idea what happened.
I wish DH and I had been the only ones at Ashley's funeral. My parents came, my MIL, and DH's best friend. I was a wreck, totally upset, my milk had come in so I was in physical pain. Went back to our house afterward, and I had to make coffee for them, while everyone sat around reading the paper like nothing had just happened; no one would talk about it, and all I wanted to do was cry.
My MIL was the worst, though. Because the autopsy was inconclusive, my doctors had us do a brief genetics test - not full-blown testing, but they had us fill out a questionnaire to send to a genetics counselor to see if further testing would be advisable. My parents were great about which relative had what disease, etc. MIL, however, REFUSED to talk about anything in her family, and we had to rely on her for my FIL's info since he had died years before. To this day, I think there was something MIL knew that she didn't tell us.
We've since had 2 DSs who are now 14 and 12. Those pregnancies were the most stressful times of my life - I was constantly in fear that another baby would die, esp. since we didn't know what happened to Ashley so we had nothing to "watch out" for. I refused to tell anybody I was pregnant until I couldn't hide it any longer. My doctors were great - I had weekly appts. from the very first, monthly sonograms, weekly non-stress tests.
My heart goes out to all of you, because I know exactly what you're feeling. There's always a little empty spot in our lives; family photos will always be missing someone. While we love the children we've been blessed with, there's always a "what if."

to all of us.