Today we laid our gorgeous little Sian's ashes in our garden and an hour later, I miscarried (7 weeks) and buried the tiny sack that I passed, next to Sian. We lost our beautiful Sian to an asthma attack the night before Mother's Day and miss her beyond words. Because of my age (42), we decided to try for another baby so that our little boy would have a sibling to grow up with. No baby will EVER replace Sian, but we hoped Dane might have a little brother or sister to love and play with. I felt Sian had sent us a special gift, but now that baby has gone too. I just feel so crushed.