The Miracle of a Brother's Song
Like any good mother, when Karen found out that
another baby was on the way, she did what she
could to help her 3 year old son, Michael, prepare
for a new sibling. They found out that the new
baby was going to be a girl, and day after day,
night after night, Michael sang to his little
sister in Mommy's tummy.
He was building a bond of love with his little
sister before he even met her. The pregnancy
progressed normally for Karen, an active member
of the Panther Creek United Methodist Church in
Morristown, Tennessee. In time, the labor pains
came. Soon it was every five minutes, every three,
every minute. But serious complications arose
during delivery and Karen found herself in hours
of labor. Would a C-section be required? Finally,
after a long struggle, Michael's little sister
was born. But she was in very serious condition.
With a siren howling in the night, the ambulance
rushed the infant to the neonatal intensive care
unit at St. Mary's Hospital, Knoxville,Tennessee.
The days inched by. The little girl got worse.The
pediatric specialist regretfully had to tell the
parents, "There is very little hope. Be prepared
for the worst."
Karen and her husband contacted a local cemetery
about a burial plot. They had fixed up a special
room in their home for the new baby but now they
found themselves having to plan for a funeral.
Michael, however, kept begging his parents to let
him see his sister. "I want to sing to her," he
kept saying. Week two in intensive care looked as
if a funeral would come before the week was over.
Michael kept nagging about singing to his sister,
but kids are never allowed in the Intensive Care.
Karen made up her mind, though. She would take
Michael whether they liked it or not! If he didn't
see his sister right then, he may never see her alive.
She dressed him in an oversized scrub suit
and marched him into ICU. He looked like a walking
laundry basket, but the head nurse recognized him
as a child and bellowed "Get that kid out of here
now! NO children are allowed!"
The mother rose up strong in Karen, and the usually
mild-mannered lady glared steel-eyed right into the
head nurse's face, her lips a firm line. "He is not
leaving until he sings to his sister!"
Karen towed Michael to his sister's bedside. He
gazed at the tiny infant losing the battle to
live. After a moment, he began to sing. In the
pure hearted voice of a 3-year-old Michael sang:
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make
me happy when skies are gray."
Instantly the baby girl seemed to respond. Her
pulse rate began to calm down and become steady.
"Keep on singing, Michael," encouraged Karen
with tears in her eyes. "You never know, dear,
how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away."
As Michael sang to his sister, the baby's ragged,
strained breathing became as smooth as a kitten's
purr.
"Keep on singing, sweetheart!!" "The other night,
dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in
my hands..." Michael's little sister began to
relax as rest, healing rest, seemed to sweep
over her.
"Keep on singing, Michael." Tears had now
conquered the face of the bossy head nurse. Karen glowed.
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please
don't take my sunshine away...."
The next, day...the very next day...the little
girl was well enough to go home! "Women's Day
Magazine" called it "The Miracle of a Brother's
Song." The medical staff just called it a
miracle. Karen called it a miracle of God's
love!
Never give up on the people you love. Love is
so Incredibly powerful.
Please send this to all the people that have
touched your life in some way. To the world you
may be one person, but to one person you may be
the world.
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