The Healing Power of a Child
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.
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 and 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 get out of ICU… she went home two weeks later.
Source – The Internet
Karin Simmons Knapp, the grandmother of the baby girl has told TruthOrFiction.com that the story is true. She said that the story circulating on the Internet appears to have been taken from a book of sermons published by the Holston Conference of the United Methodist Church in East Tennessee.
The baby was named Marlee and as of August, 2008, she is a 16-year old high school student who describes herself as “just like any other teenage girl.” She told TruthOrFiction.com that she sings in her church choir as well as school choir and is a student athletic trainer for her high school’s athletic department.
Marlee says that her gift is singing and that she’s glad that what happened when she was born didn’t keep her from that dream.
What made this story of interest to me was that I also had a similar event happened when I was living in Nashville. I had a run in with the head nurse and the same miracle happened when my children sang to a little girl that had been given only a couple of weeks to live.
I don’t know why there are those in our society that are so concerned about hiding children from the truths of life – can it really be for their own good?
The following is my story as written in the book “Your Second Fifty”
I’ve been blessed with a number of truly amazing experiences in my life; however, none more impressive or enlightening than the one that happened about twelve years ago in Nashville, Tennessee.
Five years after my sons’ eventful summer of singing on the Victoria causeway, they found themselves signing a major label recording contract with Polydor Records in Nashville. While living in Nashville we would take the opportunity to, once a month, sing at the children’s hospital.
During one of those visits after the boys had performed, I asked the hospital’s PR representative if there were any shut-ins and could we possibly go to their room and sing them a song or two. After checking she said that there were indeed a couple of kids we could visit. After singing to the two children we were walking down the hall on our way out of the hospital, and I noticed a little girl about three or four years old lying in a bed.
I asked the nurse if we could sing for her and she said she didn’t think it was a good idea because the little girl only had a couple of weeks left to live. I have said before I didn’t always have my emotions in check, so I proceeded to say with a somewhat challenging tone, “Well, ask the mom?” The nurse refused, and my voice began to rise as I said, “If she only has two weeks left why do you want to prevent her from experiencing something so positive and uplifting?” Just then the doctor walked by and asked what the problem was? I explained that I thought that the nurse should ask the mother if the boys could sing for her daughter. The doctor responded by saying, “Let me ask.” Thankfully, the mother invited us in. The boys introduced themselves to this frail little girl and proceeded to sing a song on their album that Garth Brooks had written: “When God Made You.” Everyone broke into tears. Then the boys sang a little ditty that Clint (one of the triplets) and I had written called: “With a Little Smile.” Then everyone was back to smiling. As we were leaving the room, I realized I had one of the boy’s CD’s with me, so I went back and asked her if she would like it. She nodded and I gave it to her. I then told her that we were going out on the road to sing but if she was there when we got back in four weeks, I would give her the boy’s other CD.
When we got back off of the road, I had the record label book us another show at the hospital. After the show we walked down to her ward to see if she was still there, CD in hand. We had just opened the doors to the ward and the head nurse came over to us and said, “Mr. Moffatt, she’s been asking for that CD every day since you guys left.”
She had made it past the two weeks, so I came up with another idea. I told her that in two months the boys would be doing a show with Toby Keith in downtown Nashville and that if she could get strong enough to leave the hospital, I would get her front row tickets to the concert. Two months later she was sitting front row. After that show we headed out to Las Vegas and didn’t get back until November. When we returned to Nashville, we had the record label again schedule a show at the hospital, and after the show we went straight to her ward. When we got there the nurse we spoke to said she was gone. Our hearts all dropped, and she then realized what she had said and corrected herself saying, “No, no she’s gone home.”
After that we moved to Las Vegas, Nevada, and then to Branson, Missouri, and then spent five years touring the world. We never saw that little girl again, but we learned a very valuable lesson – she believed, when others didn’t, and she survived. She is a miracle.
