Prayers needed.

I have just a few minutes to tell what has been going on around here. I apologize if it is long. Sunday morning I got home after leaving early around 5:30 am. I checked on my kids and started to go to bed.Feeling the overwhelming need to check on Malcolm I went back downstairs where he had fallen asleep and checked on him again. Went back upstairs and before my head hit the pillow the same feeling once again. I was a little annoyed but also confused at what could it be that I needed to check on. This time I leaned even closer. Breathing , Heart . He looked like everything was just fine. I went to bed and slept several hours. Skip in time just a little. Alex wasn't feeling well and I was at home with him. But before they left for Church Malcolm came in complaining of chest pain and his heart was beating SO fast.
I sent Eve to get my pulse ox his heart rate was 240. I had him lay down and I called the doctor. Needless to say we ended up at Cook's childrens hospital.
Fast forward to today. Malcolm was admitted to the Cardiac floor last night. He is wearing a heart monitor and going absolutely crazy from boredom. We thought his heart rate was stablizing but little did we know that it wasn't. The doctor came in this afternoon to tell me there was another problem. Oh yeah the first initial problem they said he was probably born with. It has to do with the electrical circuits in the heart. He has and extra pathway which leads to the rapid heart rate. Next today he was diagnosed with Atrial flutter. Similar to Atrial fib. But not the same. Ok now my head is spinning. Since the medicine isn't working completely the way it should he is still there. I came home to grab several things and shower after finding out the other specialist will be there tomorrow.
Malcolm is handling all the news pretty good. He is however mad as anything that he is missing EFY this week.

I am so glad that I went to the stake enrichment night. I needed the class a time to laugh and Weep. All that keeps playing in my head is when my friend Deb got up and tossed the plate in the trash talking about having a child born sick and him dying. He passed away this last Jan. at 5 months old. I remember this and remember how simple this can be compared to that. I keep going. Don't get me wrong I have moments I want to ball. But I know that this happened when it did to keep it from being worse. If it had continued he could have died from it.

Now the reason why I write this is for my journal but also to ask whoever may read this please keep us in your prayers,that the doctors will know what to do.
Not having a computer I don't know when I will be able to update this. So thank you for the help already given.