Friday, April 24, 2009
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 at St.Mary's Hospital,
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 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
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