You are my sunshine,my only sunshine!

by jopileps_kr Sat Mar 29, 2008 3:22 pm

Subject: You are My Sunshine

You are My Sunshine, My only Sunshine" (Be prepared to get watery eyes!)

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 Morris town, 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. Have a Wonderful Day!

by amie sison Tue Apr 01, 2008 2:55 pm

kaw gumawa?...thanks!

You are my sunshine,my only sunshine!

You are my sunshine,my only sunshine!

that's really nice