What To Do With Halloween


Standing on the stony front step, my rubbery-soled slippers scraped the chilled cement beneath me. Holding the screen door ajar, the candy bowl leaned gently against my desperate-to-burgeon belly. The narrow blue and white cotton stripes across my torso hugged the promise of life inside. The unusually balmy late October Wisconsin day was confirmation from the Universe that our world would be enriched with our anticipated new arrival.

“Trick or Treat!” the plume of children lining our front walk induced in me a brimming smile as toothy as our jack-o-lantern, spying through the slots of the front window. One-by-one, a princess, a ghost, a barely walking chicken, a ninja, two clowns, a Luigi, followed up by an adult-sized horse, collected their treats.

“Love your costumes!” my genuine compliments are met with giggles, thanks-yous, and one “can I have a different candy?” inquiry. Ignoring the brash child, my gaze followed each miniature costumed being as they trailed down the driveway, snaking their way to our neighbor’s matching stoop.

“Next year this will be you!” calls Sharon from her step, awaiting the costumed train to pull up. Excitement in her voice lingered in the warm sunlight of the late afternoon.

Eight weeks later, that promise was gone. One year later, that was not us. Bucking at the thought of enduring a child-centered Halloween after losing Sophia, we dug deep to scrape for courage, braving a pumpkin patch: Two adults, unfruitful in life, clutching each other for strength, facing the stares, bracing for the question of “which child is yours?”, choosing a pumpkin just for us.

The more typical crisp Wisconsin air returning that next Halloween, the icing of our lungs stung as the hayride took us deep on the plot of land.  Flanked by pumpkins, we ignored the screaming children in search of our own little round one to take home. The perfect gourd caught my eye–flawlessly round, tinted a zealous hue of orange, stem twisted and knotty like our stomachs.

He was our beacon that year. His one-toothed smile lead the way through the new wave of decked-out children, shrieking in scary costumes, dripping in fake blood. So gleeful. So blissfully unaware of the real horrors of life.

As we face yet another childless Halloween, our reactions are fresh, raw, surprising. Three losses in, I have forfeited some of my braveness. I shudder at the children’s elated cries outside. I turn away while walking the dog when flashing lights and music beckon party-goers to a nearby building.

This year we have no decorations. This year there is no hayride to get a pumpkin. This year there is no smug jack-o-lantern to carry us through. This year we bought no candy. We have not let our hopes rise too high, burning like the embers at the end of a long campfire.

Maybe next year will be different.

Just maybe.

Published by lkgaddis

I have been working on this memoir-style project for a while now, and I'm excited to share it with others. My hope is to get as wide an audience as possible, and to receive comments, suggestions, and ideas to improve and expand what I have. I also want to encourage others to become curious about the topic of babies, and the loss that can come with the adventures of trying to start a family. In the world of celebrating healthy babies, we who know otherwise need a voice too.

5 thoughts on “What To Do With Halloween

  1. My heart aches for you and your husband hon. I know too well how you feel. Don’t lose hope hon. I’m still so hopeful your rainbow baby is coming. Praying it’s soon and this time next year will be completely different. Hugs ❤️

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  2. I felt the heartache in your words and because I’m also hoping for a baby, I understand the despair that we feel sometimes…. I hope you get more good happy days and fewer days of pain and that you get this desire for a child[ren] fulfilled soon.

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  3. Reblogged this on Sophia's Story and commented:

    Reading this post from two years ago, it’s eerie how my former self seemed to predict that things may be different after we survived so much tragedy. One year after this post originally published, we had our rainbow Evelyn. While she was far to young to even take in Halloween last year, we enjoyed two Halloween events with her this year. With suffering such lows, the joy and wonder she brings to our days is so profound. We did more than collect candy and dress Evelyn in a costume. We enjoyed each other. We enjoyed the beautiful mild night air. We allowed our hearts to swell with pride in our ever-curious child as we showed her another small corner of the world. Despite having this joy in our lives now, the memories and subsequent raw emotion of all those holidays after losing Sophia has not left my soul. Posts like this keeps me grounded. They allow me to relive very real events. They remind me of where we were, how far we’ve come, and the blessings we have in our lives. Even though I would give anything to have Sophia with us, dressing up in fun costumes with her sister Evelyn, Sophia’s presence is always around. Going back to posts like this and allowing myself a moment to feel the sadness and the grief from an every-growing distance makes me whole. I am a product of my past as much as my present. The past makes the present come alive. Sophia showed us how to really appreciate life.


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