A really bad day

As a lot of you already know, we were expecting our second child. I found out on June 27th that I was pregnant and we were so excited! The whole thing was planned and we were anxious about giving Talin a brother or sister. The first couple weeks of the pregnancy weren't the greatest. I was extremely tired and feeling icky. Food wasn't sounding good those first couple weeks. But by about week 8 I really started feeling like myself again and I was thinking that I had passed the rough phase of the pregnancy. Well, this last weekend I spent the night over at my parent's house since Brandon is working graveyard shift this week and I thought it would be nice for Talin and I to spend some time with my family. Saturday afternoon was when I first noticed the bleeding. That immediately rose some red flags. I jumped on the computer and started researching signs of miscarriage. I was relieved to see that spotting can be common in pregnancy, so I just tried to dismiss it and not worry about it. Well the bleeding continued through Sunday & I felt like something just wasn't right. After all, I never experienced any sort of bleeding when I was pregnant with Talin. On Monday morning I awoke to painful contractions around 3:30 am. I called Brandon, since he was working the night shift, and told him what I was feeling. I wish he had been there to comfort me. We both knew that the contractions meant something really bad. Later that morning I scheduled an appointment at the dr. and it was confirmed that there was no heartbeat. I will be having a d&c done tomorrow morning. Even as I'm typing this I'm experiencing more painful contractions. I feel like I'm in labor right now, but unfortunately this won't be resulting in a baby. At 9 weeks we have lost the baby. Through this whole experience I've just had to remind myself that Heavenly Father has a plan for me, and having another baby at this moment in time wasn't part of that plan. I'm just so grateful for the beautiful boy I already have. He is my everything. I am so blessed to have him. I know that some day, when the time is right, we will be able to give him a sibling. If any of you reading this have suffered a miscarriage, I would love to hear how you coped with it. As much as I realize that this was meant to be, I just can't stop feeling sad. I'm sure with time things will get better. Time heals all wounds, right?