The scariest 24 hours of my life

So I'm definitely behind, and a lot of you have probably heard, but I'm writing this anyways because if I don't do it now I probably never will.
   January 10th Clayson was life flighted to Primary Childrens hospital. He has been kind of fussy through the night but he didn't really seem sick. He more just acted like his belly hurt. I though he might be constipated or something because he kept grunting a little bit and he'd pull his legs up a lot. By that afternoon he was still being fussy and Devan was working from home at the time so I decided to take him on a drive to see if I could get him to fall asleep. We ran a couple of errands and then we went to my moms house. She came down to rock him and she said she was worried that he was maybe having a hard time breathing. My mom's really not much of a worrier, but she took my little brother in one time when he was a baby thinking he had a belly problem and they thought it was his breathing. She said they made a big huge deal about it. It just ended up being a virus, but made her realize how scary it can be when little babies have a hard time breathing. I called in and his doctor was gone for the day but they said his PA could see us. They took us back as soon as we got in. His PA tried to put an oxygen monitor on and couldn't get a good reading so he had another one of the doctors come look at him. He felt his belly and said that his liver was dropped. (I didn't know it at the time, but apparently that happens when you're body doesn't get enough oxygen.) The doctor put an oxygen mask on him and he told the nurse to run him over to the emergency room- the hospital is next door to the doctor's office.
   Devan's mom just happened to be in the lobby area of our doctor's office. My mom stopped and talked to her and I kept running with the nurse. She just happened to be on the phone with Devan so she had him meet us at the ER. We got to the waiting room and the nurse told the ER registration lady to let us through. The registrar told us there were no rooms and that we'd have to wait. The nurse told her that the doctor had called and said we were coming and that she better let us through right then. The lady did and like she said there were no rooms. The nurse had me hold him and they just started working on him right in the middle of the ER. They cleared out a temporary room and took us in there after a few minutes. Devan and my mom showed up as soon as they moved us into the room. They had me sit on the bed and hold him. They kept trying to get an IV, but couldn't get one. They kept asking me if he had been sick or around anyone that was sick. He really hadn't been. I kept thinking it couldn't really be that bad because he just hadn't been sick.
   As soon as they got one of the regular rooms cleared out they put the arms up on the bed I was sitting on and ran us both to the other side of the ER. You would think by that time I would have realized how bad it was, but I just kept thinking he hadn't even been sick and I'm sure I was in a little bit of shock too. At that point they called life flight at primary childrens to come get him. They still couldn't get an IV so they tried to do an IO. That's where they drill into the bone and put the IV in his bone marrow. Poor little guy was so out of it I don't even think he flinched when they drilled in his leg. I think I started to cry a little bit at that point but I was still in shock. The IO didn't work so they tried it in the other leg. There was only a curtain between us and the room next to us so they moved the other person out, opened the curtain and put one of those little baby beds in the middle. They moved him into that bed, and both rooms were just filled with doctors and nurses working on him. At that point of the doctors came and talked to us and said they thought he was in SVT. He described it in a more technical way but basically what I got out of it was that his heart rate was really high and there was medicine they could give him to bring it down, but they were having a hard time getting an IV in. At that point they had someone come work on him that was a little more specialized on working with babies so we had hope that they'd get it in. I really felt a lot better after talking to him because I felt like they at least knew what was wrong.
    The reason they having such a hard time getting an IV in was because his heart rate had been up that high for a while and his blood wasn't pumping to his body. They were trying to get an IV in his head and they had so many monitors on his chest that you couldn't even see his skin when Devan's dad showed up to help Devan give him a blessing. They said they couldn't stop working on him, but they made room for Devan and his dad to give him a blessing. Right after the blessing they had tried giving him the medicine through an IV in his head but it didn't work. At that point they said that they needed to shock him to get his heart rate down to normal. We knew at that point there really weren't any other options so we told them to go ahead and do it. They put this sticky pad on his chest and had everyone back away and they shocked him. Finally his heart rate went down to normal speed.
   Life flight showed up not long after that and they were able to get an IV in. It seemed like it a really long time before they had him ready to go. I didn't even know people had PH levels until that night but his was very low. His heart had been beating so fast that his blood hadn't been pumping to his body so he was full of carbon dioxide- that is why his PH level was at 6.88. They life flight ladies had to get permission to take him without putting a tube down his throat.
   While they got him ready one of the doctors came and talked to us. He said we were through the worst of it and that we were so lucky to get him to the hospital when we did. He said that Clayson would have died if we would have waited even an hour longer. I'm sure glad I didn't know that until after he was stabilized because I'm sure I would have been much more hysterical during the whole ordeal. He also told us that they would have a bunch of different types of doctors look at him up at primary's and would figure out which medication to put him to take care of the problem. By that time they had him in the life flight bed- which is actually quite big because there are so many monitors on it. Devan stayed while they loaded him and me and my mom ran back to my place to grab a phone charger. Devan came about five minutes later and we headed to the hospital.
    When we got there we found him like this with five or six doctors around him. They explained to us what kind of shape his little body was in. His liver and kidneys were failing and his lungs were full of fluid. They ran a ton of tests through the night. They ended up having to put a tube down his throat because he was having such a hard time getting all of the carbon dioxide out of his body. In addition to the two IV's he had they also put a PCC line which is like an IV to his heart. They did an extensive echo- which is like an ultra sound of the heart. He had to have a blood transfusion and then they gave him a medication to help him pee out all the fluid that was in his lungs.
   I think that was by far the craziest 24 hours of my life. I had only had this sweet baby boy for just over three weeks. He really just hadn't seemed sick so it was so hard to believe that we almost lost him. Looking back at everything that happened we were really truly blessed. There were a lot of things that happened that I know were not just coincidences. The biggest was that I decided to take him to my moms and that she had had that experience with my little brother that made me decide I better get him in soon. We sure love this little guy and he was so tough through this whole experience. I'll write another post about his stay in the hospital.