From: Peterson

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 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 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.
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 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 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.


Jesus said, Come to me as a child ... 2jesus

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