October 30th...

Another day without much drama...which is exactly what we were needing today. I was able to catch up on being behind with sleep while Rusty, Bethany, and Jan stayed at the hospital with Olive. Rusty was able to hold her for an hour and sing with her.

I came in from 3 pm-1am and had time singing to her, holding her skin to skin, and praying over her.

Our BIG prayer request is that she would have bowel sounds so that they can begin giving her the milk and colostrum that I have been freezing. She has only been on an IV with dextrose and some other electrolytes and is soooo little and skinny. The Dr. says that there are many factors at the moment for why she has to be NPO (nothing by mouth), but the biggest fear is that if we give her nutrition before her gut is ready, she may get necrotizing enterocolitis (http://kidshealth.org/pare

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Please pray that little Olive would be free of this complication. Please pray Carrie's prayer over her...that her damaged cells would be reversed and replaced with new healthy cells.

She is also still anemic, hyponatremic, and jaundiced. The Dr finally ordered her to be on eye drops and eye ointment to prevent her eyes from drying since she can't close them on her own.

Libby is spending the night with her at the hospital and my parents will arrive tomorrow morning.

We are so encouraged by the number of people praying for her. The support we feel from each of you has literally been lifting us up when we are at our lowest points. Thank-you.

love,

Lynette

Here was a little note that encouraged us from Pastor Koemen...

"Our prayer is "O Live!" May the One who formed the eye, the ear, the tongue, continue to form the lungs.

Sunday in Bellevue CRC the text was I Kings 19: 7: The angel of the Lord came back a second time and touched hm and said, "Get up and eat, for the journey is too much for you.

So Elijah ate angel food a second time, and in the strength of those two meals of bread and water, he was able to go for 40 days and 40 nights. God has sent his angels. They have human names, like Jan Boyd. They appear in your pictures. They are sustaining you. And they will continue to sustain you because, in truth, the journey is too much for you. What a beautiful thing! So, let them ease your burden and bear the load with you. This is how, sometimes, the hardest and most severe trials are also the places of deepest, richest, most priceless joys and blessings.

In Christ our Healer,

Pastor Koeman and Mrs. Koeman"

Carrie (my sister-in-law) sent me this prayer she has been praying over little Olive and I keep praying it over her little body all day...

"Olive Hope, The LORD your God is with you, he is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, he will quiet you with his love, he will rejoice over you with singing.” (Zephaniah 3:17)

"May the power and the blood of Jesus wash over your little body. Lord Jesus, I pray that you would surround Olive with the protective cushion of Your Spirit. I pray that you would wash healing all over her body, around her cells, through her organs, through her brain cells, renewing and restoring.

Lord, restore the damage that has been happened with bleeding. Take it away and replace it with cells that are new, that are uninjured. Protect her body from bleeding – keep her cells tight and whole and immune to damage.

Keep her from infection. Keep her vital signs stable. Protect her eyes. Protect her vision. I pray that her vision would be restored, and she will be able to look into the eyes of her mommy and see her.

Wrap this little being in your presence, around and around with protection, comfort, and healing. Let the power of your kingdom be evident in her tiny body. Jesus. Mend Olive. Make her whole. Restore and protect her. Let her hear her mommy and daddy’s voice even when they are not with her. Let her rest and heal.

Give Lynette and Rusty the strength and endurance they need. Give them words to pray, songs to sing. Hear the cries of our heart, Lord. Turn our tears into tears of rejoicing. Give Lynette and Rusty restorative sleep.

In the name of Jesus who died for us and brought us life and the light of your kingdom here on earth,

Amen.

Olive Hope Polinder...born on 09/25/2009...2.8 pounds.

Dear loved ones,

Yesterday was such a special day. We were both able to spend hours holding little Olive on our chests spending time talking to her and singing over her, We have been overwhelmed by the e-mails, phone calls, facebook messages, and visitors. We are being held up by the prayers of so many we know and love, and also by many who have heard the news who we don't even know personally.

Today has been like each day so far since little Olive Hope has arrived...filled with moments of joy, moments of fear, moments of uncertainty, sadness, hope and thankfulness.

This morning she had an ultrasound done to assess the level of intracranial hemorrhage that she had the other night. There are four levels--one being the least severe with little long term complications and four being the most serious and highest risk of long term complications. Olive had a level four intracranial hemorrhage. The doctors are telling us that if she makes it she will certainly have serious cognitive and motor damage..(mentally handicapped, cerebral palsy...and the list could go on). There is also a high risk of blindness due to the high concentrations of oxygen they have had to keep her on. She is also still anemic so she is getting blood transfusions. And this morning she was very jaundiced so we had to keep her under a photo-therapy light most of the day. Because of her brain damage she is no longer able to blink her little eyes. They remain open ALL the time unless we reach and blink them for her. They only have her on IV so far and say she can't have any breast milk until they hear bowel sounds. My milk has come in, so as of now I have been pumping and storing it in the freezer.

Our hearts are aching for this little one. We are willing and ready to care for a little girl with handicaps if Jesus chooses to give her to us. Part of us is also hoping and longing to see a miracle. Another part of us feels very afraid...of all the unknowns to come. She has had every possible complication and to the most severe level thus far...and yet there is something in me that keeps holding onto some sort of hope. And another part of me that doesn't want her little body to suffer any longer. Thoughts are going and coming in all directions.

We have been asked today if we want them to continue aggressive treatment measures, or if we would like to stop those treatments and simply let her go. Yesterday I thought we were feeling ready to let her go because of how much misery she was going through...and now we have been through two days of holding her and seeing her vital signs increase...and I'm not ready yet to let her go.

All this to say...decision making has felt difficult, but today has been a day when I am going to bed with hope for life for this little one...

And just enough strength to make it through this day by threads. And exhausted.

Jesus has indeed been drawing us closer and closer to Him through this journey...our only place to find any hope in this circumstance.

We can feel your love and support all around us.

Love,

Lynette

Pregnant in Thailand

Being pregnant and living here in Thailand has allowed me to learn more about this area of culture that I was previously unaware of.

For example, here in Thailand it is believed that if a women is going to have a boy that she loses her beauty during pregnancy, but if she is having a girl she becomes even more beautiful. You can imagine how nice it felt when I would show up to Thai class and my teacher would say to me, "Oh wow, you have so many pimples! You MUST be having a boy!"

as well as things like...

"You shouldn't eat so much! You don't want to turn into a water buffalo!"

Even though I was really hoping to have a boy, every time someone would tell me that I was having a boy a little bit of annoyance rose up inside of me and in my head it translated to: "Wow, you sure look ugly today." And this is where I had to refrain from glaring back at them or physically taking them down.

Other things that I have been frowned upon for are: exercising, running, riding my bike, and going on mobile clinics with bumpy roads.

We are in the middle of rainy season now, and one day I had all my laundry out on the line drying when it started to down pour. I ran as fast as I could to go and gather my laundry and was then yelled at by my neighbor and dear friend Blah who told me to rest and ran out to get my laundry herself. She then informed me that my baby might fall out if I run...

Which are the same thoughts on the bike riding, the bumpy roads, the exercising...my baby might fall out.

So far I have still exercised with my friend Billy Blanks, traveled on bumpy roads in trucks, and rode the tandem bike to Thai class in Chiang Rai with Libby (50 minutes away) and little baby Polinder has still managed to stay inside. Thank goodness.

Lastly, I would like to mention the terrible dresses that pregnant women here wear. A women switches from being fairly stylish or very stylish here into wearing the pregnant moo-moo dresses. They are basically turn you into a tent with cartoon characters or little animals on them. I had a beautiful jean dress with cartoon characters given to me by Luka's sister which I tried on for her. She couldn't stop gushing at how nice it looked, and I couldn't stop giggling at how ridiculous I looked. I will try to get up the courage to wear that dress for her now and again, especially on days when I just need a good laugh.

Other than that the kids here at the hostel have been super cute...wanting to touch my belly and put their ears up to it. Aung-lee (the little boy I talked about in my last blog post) asks me almost every other day in Thai "Have you had your baby yet?"

I've finally been able to feel her kick lots lately, and that's been fun. We also have finally found a doctor that we like and who is more open to a natural delivery than my last doctor. He is open to not giving me a standard episiotomy, letting me walk around during labor, and possibly letting me deliver in a position other than flat on my back. He whistles every where he goes, wears cowboy boots and a belt, and loves singing country roads...but I will take all of this oddness if he is open to listening to my requests.

Three day trip into Burma

Two weeks ago we took a trip about 5 hours into Burma with our friends Chad and Becky, Gee, and Manop. Gee is from Burma, and still has most of his family living there, so the main purpose of the trip was to go with him to visit his village and family.

We left on a Friday morning, and returned Sunday night. The Burmese government doesn't allow foreigners to enter through a border on a visa longer than three days. The longer visa we could have gotten for two weeks would have required us to fly into Rangoon.

On our 5 hour drive to Kiang Tong we had to stop around 15 times to show our visa's and passports at different immigration road stops. They carefully documented where we were at all times. When we arrived into the city, the hotel owner had to drive our visa documents to the local police station where they would stay until we were ready to depart. The government didn't allow us to stay in Gee's village for the night, and instead required us to stay in a registered hotel in town.

One of the little boys who lives at the Akha Youth Development Center named Aunglee is Gee's nephew, and still has his mother living in Burma. When Aunglee was younger his father who was Karen, was killed by the Burmese government. His mother then remarried a man who wasn't very fond of Aunglee and has a history or drinking and abuse. Aunglee's mother asked Gee to take Aunglee home with him last year, so ever since then he has been living at the AYDC. Aunglee is seven years old now, and hasn't seen his mother now for 1.5 years. Before leaving for Burma we took a video of Aunglee talking to his mom and telling him all about where he is living and his new friends.

On our second day in Burma, after a beautiful two hour drive on a motorbike taxi, we arrived in Gee's village. We first went to visit Aunglee's mother (Gee's sister). Since Aunglee has left she had another baby with the new husband who was about five months old. We showed her the video of Aung-lee and though she looked to be on the verge of tears, she held herself together... her new husband didn't even pretend to be interested.

Before leaving her house we took a video of her talking to Aunglee where she told him things like, "Study hard, respect those people caring for you, be a good boy."

The rest of our time there was visiting other relatives of Gee, eating at different Burmese restaurant, and wandering through the markets. Wherever we went there were so many different languages being spoken. Between our group we were able to use Chinese, Thai, Burmese, English and Akha at the market.

People were unusually kind and generous. One morning we were eating a Burmese style pancake with chickpeas and garlic spread on top at the local market, and the two ladies next to us who had met for breakfast gave each of us corn on the cob to munch on.

Another evening we were out for dinner and Chad asked a women at the restaurant if she could sew his bag. When it came time to pay she refused to take anything from him. On our last day we stopped to visit with Gee's neighbor, a 65 year old Akha women who owns a little convenience store where they make home-made chips and tea and gave it all to us for free. This Akha women who owned the store had 17 children (that was not a typo). I was amazed her uterus hadn't fallen out yet after all of those babies!

Since being back Aunglee has come to our house with his friends about 8 times to watch the video of his mom and sisters over and over. The first time he saw it little tears came to his eyes and he yelled to everyone in the room in Thai, "Hey, that's my mom!"

The trip was a really special time. There is so much going on in Burma right now with the sentencing of Aung San Suu Jee, as well as the current genocide of the Karen people. I hope we all can make efforts to stay updated on what is going on behind the borders, and remember to pray for those living there who have no voice of their own.

Here is a photo of Gee wit his nieces and nephews and finally a photo of Aunglee...