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A Brother's Song
You Are My Sunshine..
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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, an active member
of The Panther Creek United Methodist Church in Morristown, Tennessee.
The pediatrician
had to tell the parents there is very little hope. Be prepared for
the worst.
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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,
Knoxville, Tennessee.
The days inched by. The little girl 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.
I 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 relexes 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.
CG
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