Like any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on the way, she did what she could to help her three-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 sang to his sister in Mommy’s tummy. He was building a bond of love with his little sister before he even met her.

In time, the labour pains came. But serious complications arose during delivery and Karen found herself in hours of labour. Finally, after a long struggle, Michael’s little sister was born. But she was in very serious condition. The infant was rushed to the neonatal intensive care unit. The little girl got worse. The paediatrician told the parents, “There is very little hope. Be prepared for the worst.”

Karen and her husband had even 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 made up her mind that she would 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. The head nurse recognised him as a child and bellowed, “Get that kid out of here now! No children are allowed.”

The mother in Karen rose up strong, 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!” 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, Michael sang, “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey.” 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 very next day the little girl was well enough to go home!

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.