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Like any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on the way, she did what she could do to help her 3-year-old son, Michael, prepare for a new sibling. They found out that the new baby was going to be a girl, and day after day, night after night, Michael would sing to his sister in Mommy's tummy.
The pregnancy progressed normally for Karen. Then the labor pains came. Every five But complications arose during delivery. Hours of labor. A The days inched by. The little girl got worse. The pediatric specialist tells the parents, "There is little hope. Be prepared for the worst." Karen and her husband contacted a local cemetery about a burial plot. The had fixed up a special room in their home for the new baby Week two in intensive care. It looked as if a funeral would come before the week was over. Michael keeps nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are never allowed in Intensive Care. Karen made up her mind. She would take Michael whether they liked it or not. If he didn't see his sister now, he would never see her alive. She dressed him in an oversized scrub suit and marched him into ICU. He looked like a walking laundry basket, but the head nurse recognized him as a child and bellowed, "Get that kid out of here now! No children are allowed in ICU." The mother rises up strong in Karen, and the usually mild-mannered lady glares steel-eyed into the head nurse's face, her lips a firm line. "He is not leaving until he sings to his sister!" Karen tows Michael to his sister's bedside. He gazes at the tiny infant losing the battle to live. And he begins to sing. In the pure-hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are Instantly the baby girl responded. The pulse rate became calm and steady. "You never know, dear, how much I love you, Please don't take my sunshine The ragged strained breathing became as smooth as a kitten's purr. "The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my Michael's little sister relaxes as rest, healing rest, seemed to sweep over her. Tears conquered the face of the bossy head nurse. Karen glowed. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don't take my sunshine away." Funeral plans were scrapped. 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. |
a little boy have sung a favorite song to his ailing little sister who subsequently recovered from an
unspecified illness? It's possible, of course, but at this point nothing exists to substantiate the event other than an overly-dramatic much-circulated account no one can verify which includes details that are apparently false. Could a real event have inspired the current story, and the smuggling in of the brother been inserted by the writer to heighten the drama of the tale? Also possible, but if that is the case, one has to wonder how much of the story is dramatic flourish added by the chronicler and how much is fact. We do know the child wasn't languishing at death's door and her medical records indicate no radical changes in her condition while she was in care.