Her parents and doctors were ready to give up, but her brother wanted to sing a song…
Like any good mother, when Kate found out that another baby was on the way, she did what she could to help her three-year-old son, Victor, 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, Victor sang to his little 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 Kate.
In time, the labour pains came. Soon it was every five minutes, every three, every minute. But serious complications arose during delivery and Kate found herself in hours of labour.
Would a C-section be required? Finally, after a long struggle, Victor’s little sister was born. But she was in a very serious condition.
She might not make it alive!
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 paediatric specialist regretfully had to tell the parents, “There is very little hope. Be prepared for the worst.”
Kate and her husband contacted a local cemetery about a burial plot. They had fixed up a special room in their home for the new baby, but now they found themselves having to plan for a funeral.
Victor, 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. Victor kept nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are never allowed in the Intensive Care Unit.
Kate made up her mind, though. She would take Victor 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, but the head nurse recognised him as a child and bellowed, “Get that kid our of here, now! NO children are allowed.”
The mother rose up strong in Kate, and the usually mild-mannered lady glared steel-eyed right into the head nurse’s face, her lips a firm line. “Victor is not leaving until he sings to his sister.”
The head nurse obliged Kate.
Karen towed Victor 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 three-year-old, Victor sang:
“You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray…”
Instantly the baby girl seemed to respond. Her pulse rate began to calm down and become steady. “Keep on singing Victor,” Kate encouraged with tears in her eyes.
Victor continued singing:
“You’ll never know, dear,
How much I love you.
Please don’t take my sunshine away.”
As Victor sang to his sister, the baby’s ragged, strained breathing became as smooth as a kitten’s purr.
“Keep on singing, sweetheart!” Kate cried.
“The other night, dear,
As I lay sleeping,
I dreamed I held you in my hands…”
Victor’s little sister began to relax and rest. A healing rest seemed to sweep over her.
“Keep on singing, Victor”
Tears had now conquered the face of the bossy head nurse.
Kate glowed.
“You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are grey
You’ll never know, dear,
How much I love you.
Please don’t take my sunshine away…”
The next day, the little girl was well enough to go home!
It was a miracle, God used Victor.
Meditation: I will praise the name of God with a song, And will magnify Him with thanksgiving. – Psalm 69:30
You will succeed in Jesus Name!
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