Our Reason Why- Bodhi Wayne Fisher

My husband, Brady, and I met and got married when we were just 19. It truly was a storybook ‘love at first sight’, everyone dreams of. From our very first date, I knew I wanted to marry him and start a family with him. Eight months later, we were married and immediately began trying for a baby.

Almost three years passed—no baby, and honestly, no hope left that we would ever become parents. One night, I was telling Brady how awful I had been feeling and how worried I was that something was really wrong. He looked at me and said he thought I might be pregnant and asked me to take a test. I rolled my eyes and told him I’d think about it in the morning.

The next day, April 6, 2025, we got our very first positive pregnancy test. We were overjoyed. We shared the news right away with our friends and family, and everyone began dreaming alongside us—imagining who our baby would be and all the beautiful things to come.

At 12 weeks pregnant, we had our first scare. Brady had to work that Saturday, and him getting ready woke me up. He kissed me and walked out of the bedroom. I got up and went to the bathroom. Everything seemed normal—until I wiped. The toilet paper was covered in blood. The shock and fear were unforgettable. I just kept repeating, no, no, no, no, no, over and over as I finished and put on a pad.

Thankfully, Brady had stopped in the kitchen to grab a drink and take out the trash, so I was able to stop him and tell him what happened. Like most people in that situation, we drove way too fast to the hospital. While we sat in the room waiting to be seen, I told God that if He saved my baby, I would make sure my child knew Him. It was the first time I had spoken to God in years.

Everything ended up being okay. They called it a “threatened miscarriage.”

At 14 weeks, we found out our sweet baby was a boy. From that moment on, everything became real. We immediately started on his room. His nursery theme was The Land Before Time—warm, cozy, and overflowing with love. Brady and I stayed up far too late most nights, spending every spare moment talking about him, dreaming about who he would look like, and how excited we were to finally meet him.

At 21 weeks and 4 days, I began having pains, and we decided to go to the hospital just to be safe. That’s when we were told I was in preterm labor due to an incompetent cervix. The very next day—Sunday, August 3, 2025—our beautiful son, Bodhi Wayne Fisher, made his entrance into the world.

He was absolutely perfect, with his daddy’s chin and his mama’s nose. There was no denying he was all ours. Bodhi blessed us with 108 precious minutes. We held him, loved him, and spoke to him every second we could. We are forever grateful for the time we were given with our son.

Since losing Bodhi, we have become intimately familiar with grief. But through that grief, we have also experienced incredible love and support. God has surrounded us with a community that lifts us up and has shown us just how many lives Bodhi has already touched. Bodhi changed us forever—he is one of the most loved little boys to ever live.

We had Bodhi’s first name picked out for years. It was honestly the only boy name we could both agree on. It wasn’t until after he was born that we learned the meaning of his name: awakening. It could not be more perfect.

Bodhi awakened something in us that no one could ever destroy. He made us parents. And he changed our lives forever.