Okay, so I have news plus the whole story now. Now, the vet was there just a few hours after he was born, and she did a full check up on him. Heart beat, lungs, temperature, picked up his feet (a few hours old and he already is better with his feet than both parents...), I mean everything. A completely healthy and happy baby.
On monday, the day after he was born, one of the girls arrived at the barn noticed Ryder was up and nursing, but not as forcefully as the day before. She said he looked drugged and just there wasn't any sparkle in his eyes like there was the day before. Plus he had been having diarrhea all night. Now, at this point someone should have called me or my mom. (My mom is usually the first one to find out these things, or to be called in general because she pays the majority of the bills and the lease is in her name) but since the vet was coming out for a check up on him anyway, they waited. She came out at noon, and by then he was looking really bad. He was laying down and refused to get up, and looked even more drugged from what they tell me. So that's when they called and told my mom everything. Rachel (the vet) gave Ryder an IV and he started to perk up, but she said he could go downhill just as quickly.
It took them a few hours to find a equine hospital that would take him, a lot of them didn't have the facilities for a foal. Luckily they found one in Burton, Ohio and it's a grand place. He got there around 8pm on Monday night and they were unsure if he would even make it through the night.
Vets putting the GI tube and Central Line in.
Sweetie was with him the whole time, and normally I would expect her to not stand still and throw a fit through everything, because that's just who she is...but she rose to the occasion and above any expectations we could have ever had for her. During the whole ride (and she HATES being in a trailer) while ryder was anesthetized she was so still...and just held her head next to his body. Even at the center...she was so good, but she had this fear in her eyes. My mom would pet her and say "He's just sleeping Sweetie, he's still with us." And she would give a little nicker. She understood everything.
Last night the vet called and....he was nursing! Not just nursing, they said he was sucking her dry. And they have like this sterile safe foal playpen and he was romping around and playing with the vet techs and having a grand ole time. Almost a complete turn around from the day before and they expect him to have a full recovery!!!!
They're still not sure exactly what is wrong, however. It's definitely an infection of some sort, and they're still waiting for blood cultures to come back and some other tests. About two weeks ago one of the horses at the barn got really sick. He had an infection and another horse had colic in the same day. He had a high temperature for a few days, and the vets never could find out what it was. The vet (a different one from Rachel) examined all the horses and said they all seemed fine. Now, Sweetie was never in the same stalls, or pasture, or areas as these horses. She has her own food bowls and water buckets. The only thing they shared was the wheel barrow that was used to muck out their stalls. And at the equine hospital said it wasn't something that would have been passed to him when it was in the womb. It would have been something airborne that he contracted after he was born, and that's only if its the same thing. I guess we'll know more when the tests come back.
Thank you everyone for the prayers!!! I swear between here, and facebook, and our friends and family we had at least a hundred people praying for him. <3