Miracle
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. The pregnancy progressed normally for Karen. Then the
labor pains came. Every five minutes ... every minute. But complications
arose during delivery. Hours of labor. Would a C-section be required?
Finally, Michael's little sister was born. But she was in 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 became
worse. The pediatric specialist told the parents to prepare for the
worst.
Karen and her husband contacted a local cemetery about a burial plot.
They originally fixed up a special room in their home for the new baby -
now they planned a funeral.
Michael kept begging his parents to let him see his sister, "I want to
sing to her," he said. It looked as if a funeral would come before the
week was over. Michael kept nagging about singing to his sister, but
kids are not allowed in Intensive Care. Karen made up her mind. She
decided to take Michael whether they like it or not. If he didn't see
his sister now, 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 in Karen rose up strong, and the usually mild-mannered lady
glared steel-eyed 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. And 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 responded. The pulse rate became calm and steady. "Keep on singing,
Michael." "You never know, dear, how much I love you, Please don't take
my sunshine away---" Her strained breathing became smoother.
"Keep on singing, Michael." "The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I
dreamed I held you in my arms..." Michael's little sister relaxed as
healing rest seemed to sweep over her. "Keep on singing, Michael." Tears
conquered the face of the bossy head nurse. "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.
~Author
Unknown~
Some
are the melody, some are the rhythm, some are the harmony