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 would put his head on Mommy's tummy and sing
to his sister. 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 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 kept begging his parents to let him see his 
sister. I need to see 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
seeing his sister, but kids are never allowed in 
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.  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 firmline.   "He is not
leaving until he sees 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 grey."

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." Karen urged. "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 was beside herself, crying and laughing
in  amazement.  "You are my sunshine, my only 
sunshine. Please don't, take my sunshine away."
Miraculously, the next day the little girl went 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 the miracle of God's love..

NEVER GIVE UP ON THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE. 
LOVE IS SO INCREDIBLY POWERFUL.