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Like any good mother, when Karen discovered she was pregnant, she did what she could to help her three-year-old son Michael prepare for a new sibling.
They found out the new baby was 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 the 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 the siren howling in the night, the ambulance rushed the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit at St. Mary's Hospital in Knoxville, Tennessee.
The days inched by. The little girl got worse. The pediatrician had to tell the parents that there was very little hope, and to be prepared for the worst.
Karen and her husband contacted a local cemetery for a burial plot. They had prepared a special room in their house for their new baby, but now they found themselves preparing for a funeral. Michael, however, kept begging his parents to let him see his little sister. "I want to sing to her", he kept saying.
Week two in intensive care, it looked as if a funeral would come before the end of the week. Michael kept nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are not allowed in the Intensive care unit. Karen decided to take Michael whether they liked it or not! If he didn't see her then, he might never see her alive.
She dressed him in an oversized scrub suit, and marched him into the 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 instinct rose up strong in Karen, and this usually mild mannered lady glared steel-eyed right into the head nurse's face, her lips in a firm line. "He is not leaving until he sings to his little sister" she stated, and towed Michael to his sisters' bedside. He gazed at the tiny infant who was losing the battle to live.
After a moment he began to sing. In the pure-hearted voice of a three-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 strained, ragged 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.



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