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 ta church. 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.
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
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. 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!
The medical staff called it a miracle. Karen called it a miracle of God's love!
Author Unknown
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 ta church. 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.
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
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. 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!
The medical staff called it a miracle. Karen called it a miracle of God's love!
Author Unknown
