- 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, Knotsville, 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.
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.
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
is not leaving until he sings to his sister!"
towed Michael to his sisters 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.
on singing, Sweetheart!!!"
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.
on singing, Michael."
had now conquered the face of the bossy head nurse. Karen
are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don't take my
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