You Are My Sunshine...my only Sunshine
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
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. Kar en 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. I
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,
'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 love.