Daddie Days

My name is Michael Joseph Sager, husband to Heather Denise Sager and new father to Emma Claire Sager. Everyone else calls me Pollywog. This started as a daily posting about our new baby on “Facebook”. That’s why most log entrees are four hundred and twenty characters or less. That lasted until I learned how to make notes. Now I write all I want for entries. I have not posted negative or extremely serious family business. I don’t believe getting sympathy and crying to the public is a good thing for us. Light and funny is a general rule for the postings. They were well received by family and friends. Only then did I realize it might be of interest to others. I have added more information about everything around us in this book that was not posted anywhere else. This is not a blog about us, but a journal of our life. So hang on tight, here we go! Day 1, June 5: Heather’s water has broken! At seven thirty this morning. We’re headed to Mother Frances hospital in Tyler. (Texas for my international friends and out of state peeps). Emma Claire will be here soon. I’m going to be a Daddie! I had believed that as soon as we arrived at the hospital that the baby would be right out. Man! Was I wrong! As the day went on, the more I realize I didn’t know anything about this process. Both our families made an appearance to visit Heather during her labor. And about twenty friends showed up with their support. The waiting lobby was filled with bikers, grandmothers and expecting fathers. Day 6, June 10: It’s quiet today as we trudge through the parenthood jungle. We have braved the diaper falls and watched the wild animal Emma feed. This wild creature keeps us weary and watchful. But with all told this is the most amazing adventure we have ever been on. More later if we survive. Day 124, Oct 6-Part 2: Emma got to eat with a spoon for the first time, and she liked it. She got mad when Heather wasn’t fast enough. It seems I need to buy a new shovel for the kitchen, because she cannot have mine. We all need our own shovel. Besides she cannot pick mine up yet. Maybe we will start with a garden spade and work our way up. Kind of like spoon, spade, trowel, sapper, sharpshooter, square shovel, snow shovel, and last steam shovel. Day 253, Feb 12: Heather got the hurling food trick. She received the high speed vegetable spray in the face. Emma did the motorboat sound with veggie content to reach supersonic velocities and aim with split second timing to hit squarely in said mother’s mouth. It takes a Mom to accept the inevitable coming of food products. And I’m glad I was not in the space time continuum of that spot at that time. It’s nice to share the love. Day 365, June 4: My baby is one year old today. We will have her birthday party today between two and four this afternoon (one day early). I hope all goes well and we have a great time. Emma has turned one year old and I am so glad we made it. Survive we have and thrived we will. I can’t wait until she grows more and lets me show her all I can. I will have trouble waiting until she can show me what she is capable of. I have documented everything I could think of as the year has passed. Ok! All I was willing to put to print.