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 for another 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 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 andher 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 weekwas
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-manneredlady glared steel-eyed right into the head nurse's face, her lips a firm line. "He is not leaving untilhe sings to his sister" she stated. Then Karen towed Michael to his sister's bedside. He gazed at the tinyinfant 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 pulserate 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 way."
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. Pleasedon'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. Have a Wonderful Day!
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GOD BLESS YOU ALL!!!