Michael's Song
Posted by: tz8cy5 <tz8cy5@...>
KEEP ON SINGING
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 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, 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!