A Boy Singing to his little sister.....

I checked this out at Truth or Fiction.com and it's true!

Thank you Cyndi W.

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,
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 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, '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  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

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.