This is a touching true account of a young boy’s love for his newborn sister. If nothing else, it may bring tears to your eyes and underscore the fact, once gain, of the power of music.<\/p>\n
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Like any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on the way, she did what she could to help her three-year-old son, Michael, prepare for a new sibling. They found out that the new baby was going to be a girl, so day after day and night after night, Michael sang to his sister inside Mummy’s tummy. The pregnancy progressed normally for Karen, who lived in Morristown, Tennessee.<\/p>\n
Then the labor pains came. Every five minutes… then every minute. But complications arose during delivery. Hours of labor. Would a C-section be required? Finally, little Michael’s sister is born.<\/p>\n
But she is in a serious condition. A siren howling in the night… the ambulance rushes the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit at St Mary’s Hospital.<\/p>\n
The days inch by. The little girl gets worse. The pediatric specialist tells the parents, “There is very little hope. Be prepared for the worst.”<\/p>\n
Karen and her husband contact a local cemetery about a burial plot. They had fixed up a special room in their home, now they plan a funeral.<\/p>\n
Michael keeps begging his parents to let him see his sister. “I want to sing to her,” he says.<\/p>\n
Week number two in Intensive Care. It looks as if a funeral will come before the week is over. Michael keeps nagging about singing to his sister. However, kids are not allowed in Intensive Care.<\/p>\n
But Karen makes up her mind. She will take Michael whether they like it or not. If he doesn’t see his sister now, he will probably never see her alive.<\/p>\n
She dresses him in an oversized scrub suit and marches to get him into ICU. He looks like a walking laundry basket. The head nurse recognizes him as a child and bellows, “Get that kid out of here – now! There are NO children allowed in ICU.”<\/p>\n
The “mother” in Karen rises up strong, and the usually mild-mannered lady glares steel-eyes into the head nurse’s face, her lips a firm line, “He is not leaving until he sings to his sister!”<\/p>\n
Karen tows Michael to his sister’s bedside. He gazes at the tiny infant, losing the battle to live, and he begins to sing. In the pure-hearted voice of a three-year-old, Michael sings: ”You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey.”<\/p>\n
Instantly, the baby girl responds. Her pulse rate becomes calm and steady.<\/p>\n
“Keep on singing, Michael.”<\/p>\n
“You never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away.”<\/p>\n
The ragged strained breathing becomes as smooth as a kitten’s purr.<\/p>\n
“Keep on singing, Michael.”<\/p>\n
Tears conquer the face of the bossy head nurse. Karen glows. Michael sings on.<\/p>\n
“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don’t take my sunshine away.”<\/p>\n
Funeral plans are scrapped. The next day, the very next day, the little girl is well enough to go home!<\/p>\n
Woman’s Day magazine called it “The Miracle of a Brother’s Song”.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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