Keep On Singing!

An Incredible True Story...

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 new 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 sirens 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 of 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 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 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. 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.

~Author Unknown~

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