Power of Love

A Special Story

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 afterday, night after night,
Michael sang to his sister in Mommy’s tummy. He was building a bond of love
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, “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

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

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

The next, day…the very next day…the little girl was well enough to go

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


Life is good. Have a Wonderful Day!

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