Good Mother
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 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. 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 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 decided to 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. The head nurse
recognized him as a child and bellowed,â
€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" she
stated. Then 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 pulses 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.
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.
NEVER GIVE UP ON THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE.
LOVE IS SO INCREDIBLY POWERFUL.
Life is good. It's better when loved ones are
with u..... Don't waste or postpone any opportunity u have to show ur love to ur
dear one's.....Ur love can make a lot of
difference to their life.... Absence of ur love
can also do a lot of difference to their life......