A Boy Singing to his little
sister.....
You are My Sunshine, My only
Sunshine'
(Be prepared to get watery eyes!)
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 be a girl, and day after day, night after night, Michael sang to his 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.
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.
The days inched by. The little girl got worse. The pediatrician 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 house
for their 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
Intensive Care. Karen decided to 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.
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' she stated.
Then 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.
The 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
arms'
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
Woman'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.
Life is good.
Have a Wonderful Day!
In God We Trust!
'The evidence of God's
presence far outweighs the proof of His absence.'
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