Oh Good, please kill me. I'm not sure I'm actually writing this, cause I haven't slept in 5 days. I'm starting to have hallucinations, and also I'm getting a bit senile. Yesterday I showered with my phone, and this morning I totally forgot to put on socks before I went to work. What's happening you ask, my dear Colt?
The baby is happening! Yes, Maura and I became parents 3 month ago! Sorry I haven't been writing since the wedding, which was awesome by the way. We got married twice, at the Fenway park (that was Maura's surprise for me, just us, the minister, and Korsak and Frankie of course) and there was the ''My big fat Italian wedding organized by my insane mother''. Maura invited her parents (3/4 of them), her half-sister and some of her colleagues and friends from college. My mother invited our entire family, all 86 of them, relatives from Sicily, New York and Jersey, our neighbors, my friends from high school, the entire precinct and her friends from church. And Rondo. It was like the opening sequence to Godfather II, minus the organized crime part. Everybody got super drunk, they danced all night long to '70 disco music, and they got grease all over chairs and tables. I still have nightmares. Where was I? Oh yes, the baby.
Her name is Isabella Francesca Rizzoli-Isles, and she's the most beautiful baby in the world. Maura decided to become a mother even before the wedding, so we went to the fertility clinic to do the procedure. We even found an Italian-American donor who resembles me a bit. Isabella has dark hair, dark eyes and olive skin. In other words, she's a genuine Rizzoli even do she has Maura's genes. But you know, biology doesn't matter. What truly matters is the fact that my daughter is a Red Sox fan, and I am so taking her to the game in two months, even do Maura says I can't because ''she's too young to attend such an event". She's not the boss of me, I have the right to take my daughter to a ball game, while she's at work thinking I'm taking Isabella to see T.J. See, I'm not whipped, I just don't like upsetting my wife over nothing. I mean, it's not like I'm afraid of her, you know. Actually, maybe she's right, maybe we should wait for the next season. But I am not whipped!
Oh my God, were was I? Right, sleeping. It ended when Maura and the baby came from the hospital. Isabella is our sweet, sweet angel. But at the same time, she's the reincarnation of Satan. She never sleeps! She eats, she poops, she screams. Sleeps only for half an hour at night, and then, she starts screaming. We wake up, Maura picks her up from the crib, then when I see her smiling at the baby, I completely melt. I take Isabella in my arms, and walk around the house so Maura can get some sleep. But Maura doesn't want to sleep, cause she's feels guilty for not being with the baby, so we put on Sinatra and dance slowly with Isabella , till she finally decides to sleep. The feeling is amazing, and just…It's love, it's pure love.
But for the love of God, can I please please please get some sleep?