What a Song Will Do
The pregnancy progressed normally for Karen. She remained active in her home and her church. In time, the labor pains came. Soon it was every five minutes, every three . . . then 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 the hospital. 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
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 an bellowed, "Get the child 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
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,
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
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!