Rоdео stаr’s 3-yеаr-оld sоn diеs twо wееks аftеr trаgiс rivеr ассidеnt

Levi Wright, the young son of rodeo star Spencer Wright, has died.

The three-year-old died after suffering a trаumаtic brain injury from a near-drowning incident on May 21.

Levi was hospitalized at a Salt Lake City hospital after accidentally driving a toy tractor into a river near the family’s home on May 21. Local law enforcement found Levi unconscious about a mile downstream.

Although he was initially declared brain dеаd and not expected to survive, the boy began showing signs of improvement.

“LEVI WOKE UP! I am shook, we don’t know much but the doctor said it was okay for me to get excited about that and I AM! My baby is so tough!” his mother Kallie Wright wrote on Facebook.

Unfortunately, the following day the results of an MRI “wasn’t good.”

“We’re shattered but it is just images that suggest a certain quality of life. Our real teller of all will be what Levi does over the course of a few days,” Kallie shаrеd.

As Levi continued his fight in the hospital, his family and friends continued asking for prayers.

On June 2, Kallie shаrеd devastating news.

“After several sleepless nights, lots of research, multiple conversations with the world’s best neurologists & millions of prayers we are here in the face of our biggest fear,” she wrote. “Levi showed us just enough to buy us time for all of this. We prayed those things were him defying odds & proving to us that he wanted to stay here but we see now he wanted to give us time to find peace with letting him go.”

After countless tests, scans, and consultations, the Wright family took Levi off life support.

The following day, June 3, a family friend, Mindy Sue Clark, confirmed on Facebook that Levi had died.

“I cannot even begin to explain how hard the last two weeks have been. From the moment my phone rang the night of his accident, to last night receiving the message that he had to go. I don’t want to focus on the bad or sad, even though it feels likе someone ripped my heart out and squeezed it right in front of me. I want to focus on the many miracles we all got to bear witness to in those 12 days.”

“The most perfect three year old there ever was. So perfect we didn’t get to keep him. This baby boy moved mountains the last 12 days. He brought so many people together. In a world so dark, we got to see light at the hands of a child. He’s everything his mom and dad could’ve wanted him to be.”

Our prayers are with the Wright family during this extremely difficult time.

I Left My Newborn with My Husband for a Work Trip, He Began Acting Weird When I Returned – His Reason Shocked Me

I left my newborn with my husband during a medical conference, but when I returned, his behavior was off — withdrawn, and overwhelmed. As the tension between us escalated, I feared our marriage might collapse under the weight of unfulfilled promises and the strain of new parenthood.

I became a neurologist because my work gave me purpose. I’d been a troubled teen, so dedicating my life to something greater than myself seemed like a redemption arc.

Rachel and James on their wedding day, full of hopes and dreams | Source: Pexels

Rachel and James on their wedding day, full of hopes and dreams | Source: Pexels

And I found fulfillment in helping patients. But it wasn’t just about the work; it was about the life I built around it — a life with James. We’ve been married for four years. He worked in marketing and made significantly less money than me, but it never mattered.

James and I had always agreed on one thing — children were not a priority. I preferred adoption if we were going down that road. Biological children? I was ambivalent at best.

James and his best friend's baby boy, sparking a change in heart | Source: Pexels

James and his best friend’s baby boy, sparking a change in heart | Source: Pexels

But then, his best friend had a baby boy, and everything changed. James started talking about having a kid of our own. I wasn’t convinced, but then, life decided for us when, soon after, I found out I was pregnant.

“So, what do we do?” I had asked, looking at James.

“Let’s keep it. We’ll make it work,” he said, squeezing my hand.

We agreed he would quit his job to stay home with our daughter, Lily, until she was old enough for preschool. My work was my life, and I had no desire to become a housewife.

Rachel and James holding baby Lily | Source: Pexels

Rachel and James holding baby Lily | Source: Pexels

Lily was born, and soon, my maternity leave was up. I had a medical conference out of state and left James alone with Lily for the weekend. He assured me he’d handle it.

“Call me if you need anything,” I told him before leaving.

“Don’t worry, Rachel. We’ll be fine,” he smiled, holding Lily.

***

When I returned, something was off. James was withdrawn, not his usual upbeat self.

“Hey, how was the conference?” he asked, but his eyes didn’t meet mine.

James looking weary while holding Lily | Source: Midjourney

James looking weary while holding Lily | Source: Midjourney

“Good. What’s going on here? You seem… different.”

He shrugged, focusing on Lily in his arms. “Nothing. Just tired, I guess.”

“Tired?” I probed. “James, what’s wrong?”

He looked at me then, eyes filled with something I couldn’t place. “I… I don’t know if I can do this.”

“Do what?” I asked, though I already feared the answer.

“This. Stay home with Lily. I feel trapped, Rachel. Overwhelmed.”

His words hit me like a punch to the gut. “You said you could handle it. You agreed to this!”

Rachel and James having a heated discussion in the living room | Source: Pexels

Rachel and James having a heated discussion in the living room | Source: Pexels

“I know, but it’s harder than I thought. I’m not cut out for this.”

“So, what are you suggesting? That I give up my career? Extend my maternity leave?”

“Maybe we could consider daycare,” he said softly.

“Daycare? We agreed!” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “I made sacrifices, James. My career —”

“And what about my sacrifices? I quit my job for this. I’m asking for help, Rachel.”

“Help? This isn’t what we planned. We had an agreement!” My voice rose, frustration boiling over. At that moment, Lily started crying, and James looked like he might break.

Baby Lily crying in the background | Source: Pexels

Baby Lily crying in the background | Source: Pexels

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, tears welling up. “I just need help.”

I stared at him, feeling betrayed. The man I relied on was crumbling, and our agreement seemed to be falling apart. I needed time to think, to process.

But Lily’s cries demanded attention, and for now, all I could do was hold her close, feeling the weight of the sacrifices we both had made.

Rachel cuddling Lily | Source: Pexels

Rachel cuddling Lily | Source: Pexels

The next few days were tense. James avoided talking about it, burying himself in household chores and baby duties. I buried myself in work, leaving early and coming home late. We were living in the same house but miles apart.

One evening, after putting Lily to bed, I sat down next to James on the couch. “We need to talk.”

He sighed, not looking away from the TV. “Yeah, I know.”

“This isn’t working, James. We’re both miserable.”

James and Rachel sitting at a distance on the sofa | Source: Midjourney

James and Rachel sitting at a distance on the sofa | Source: Midjourney

“I’m doing my best, Rachel,” he snapped. “I never said this would be easy.”

“But you promised. You said you’d stay home with Lily. Now you’re backing out?”

“I’m not backing out! I just —” He ran a hand through his hair, exasperated. “I didn’t realize how hard it would be. I feel trapped.”

I felt a surge of anger. “So what? You think I don’t feel trapped sometimes? You think I wanted to go back to work so soon?”

James pacing the living room in frustration | Source: Midjourney

James pacing the living room in frustration | Source: Midjourney

“You have a choice, Rachel. You could stay home.”

“And throw away everything I’ve worked for? No. We made a plan.”

He stood up, pacing the room. “Maybe the plan was wrong. Maybe we rushed into this.”

“Rushed into this?” I echoed, incredulous. “You were the one who wanted a baby, remember? I never would have agreed to have Lily if I knew you’d change your mind.”

His face fell, and he looked genuinely hurt. “Do you regret having her?”

Rachel and James face to face, emotions running high | Source: Midjourney

Rachel and James face to face, emotions running high | Source: Midjourney

I paused, taken aback. “No, I don’t. But I regret that we’re failing her because we can’t get our act together.”

“So, what are you saying? Divorce?” His voice was barely a whisper.

“I don’t know, James. But something has to change.”

***

The next day, I took matters into my own hands. Before he could say anything, I emerged from the kitchen, holding a glass of water. “Meet Claire,” I said calmly. “She’s our new nanny.”

His face twisted in confusion and anger. “What? A nanny? We can’t afford that!”

Claire, the new nanny, sitting down with James and Rachel | Source: Midjourney

Claire, the new nanny, sitting down with James and Rachel | Source: Midjourney

I handed the glass of water to Claire and gestured for her to sit down. “Actually, we can. You’ll be going back to work, and working from home from now on. All your earnings will go towards paying Claire. She’ll help during the day so you can focus on your work.”

His face turned red with anger. “This is insane! You can’t just decide this without talking to me!”

I stepped closer, my voice firm but controlled. “We talked about this at the very beginning. You made a promise. You agreed to stay home and take care of our daughter. If you can’t do that, then we need to discuss other options.”

Rachel standing firm, explaining the need for a nanny | Source: Midjourney

Rachel standing firm, explaining the need for a nanny | Source: Midjourney

He looked at me, bewildered. “Other options? What do you mean?”

“I mean, we can get a divorce,” I said plainly. “You’ll be a single dad, and I’ll pay child support. But you can’t make me take on the responsibility that you agreed to handle. I’ve worked too hard to get where I am, and I won’t let you derail my career.”

He sank onto the couch, his head in his hands. “I don’t want a divorce. I just… I didn’t realize how hard it would be.”

James collapsing on the couch, exhausted | Source: Pexels

James collapsing on the couch, exhausted | Source: Pexels

I softened my tone slightly. “I understand it’s hard. That’s why Claire is here to help. But you need to step up. Our daughter needs both of us to be strong for her.”

Claire started the following Monday. She was a godsend. James was initially resistant, but as days went by, he began to appreciate her help. The house was calmer, and for the first time in weeks, James seemed more at ease.

One evening, as I watched James feeding Lily with a smile, I felt a flicker of hope. Maybe we could make this work after all.

James holding Lily with a newfound sense of ease and a smile | Source: Midjourney

James holding Lily with a newfound sense of ease and a smile | Source: Midjourney

“I’m sorry,” he said one night, as we lay in bed. “I should’ve been more supportive.”

“I’m sorry too,” I replied. “I should’ve listened to you more.”

“Claire’s great with Lily,” he admitted. “It’s making a difference.”

“I’m glad,” I said, squeezing his hand. “We’ll get through this, babe. We have to.”

Rachel and James having a heart-to-heart in the bedroom | Source: Pexels

Rachel and James having a heart-to-heart in the bedroom | Source: Pexels

Slowly, things began to improve. With Claire’s assistance, James adjusted to his new role. He started to bond with Lily, gaining confidence as he navigated the challenges of childcare. He picked up some freelance marketing work from home, which eased the financial strain.

As for me, I threw myself back into my practice, balancing my demanding career with my family responsibilities. It wasn’t easy, but knowing that James had the support he needed made it bearable.

One night, after Lily was asleep, James and I sat on the porch, enjoying a rare moment of peace. “We’re getting there,” he said, wrapping an arm around me.

Rachel and James sitting together on the porch | Source: Midjourney

Rachel and James sitting together on the porch | Source: Midjourney

“Yeah, we are,” I agreed, leaning into him.

“I never realized how hard this would be,” he admitted. “But I’m glad we’re doing it together.”

“Me too,” I said. “I love you, James.”

“I love you too. And I love Lily. We’ll make this work.”

We sat in silence, watching the stars, feeling a sense of renewed commitment. We had a long road ahead, but we were stronger together. And for the first time in a long while, I believed we could face anything as long as we had each other.

Rachel and James watching the stars, feeling a renewed sense of hope and commitment | Source: Midjourney

Rachel and James watching the stars, feeling a renewed sense of hope and commitment | Source: Midjourney

To anyone out there who feels like their relationship is in trouble, sometimes, all it takes is a little trust and a lot of love to see the way through.

What would you have done? If you enjoyed this story, here’s another one for you about a woman whose father demanded she move out to make room for a new baby.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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