The 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
sang to his little 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 a siren howling in the night, the ambulance rushed the infant to
the neonatal intensive 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 if a funeral would
come before the week was over.
Michael kept nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are never allowed in the
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 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!"
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. 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!!" "The other night,
dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my hands..."
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!
"Women'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.
Please send this page to all the people that have touched your life In some way.
To the world you may be one person,
but to one person you may Be the world!
