Egentli en kjedemelding,men den er så oppmuntrende!

[prusiluscan]

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 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.

> 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 over sized 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 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.

 

[Nickoline med 2 jenter]

Ja, den var flott!!! Har gåsehud enda :-)

[Solskinnsjenta]

gråter litt jeg. Denne historien var kjempefin.

[Maigutt07 + maijente10]

Å, så kjempefin... Men det er vel ikke en sann historie?....