You Are My Sunshine

I just had to share this, keep a tissue handy (True 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 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.