Tristan Danté Rosario

Jan. 20, 2006

3:51 p.m.

7 pounds, 1 ounce

St. Luke’s Roosevelt Hospital

Having studied the hypno-birth method, freelance photographer Jenna Ward, 34, figured first-time labor would be a snap. Then the contractions kicked in. “Epidural!” she screamed to Daniel Rosario, 31, her live-in boyfriend of a year and a half, an assistant office manager at Castle Harlan Inc., a private equities firm. Soon the sweet bliss of the anesthetic arrived. “Are you sure you don’t want one?” Ms. Ward asked her midwife. Twenty-odd hours later, out came this bronze, brown-haired, brown-eyed babe, who now shares an Upper East Side one-bedroom with his parents and Daniel (known affectionately as Bebo), Mr. Rosario’s 7-year-old son from another relationship. Thus far, there’s been no violent sibling rivalry of the kind described in The Times’ Tuesday Science section—Bebo even lets his little stepbrother suck on his pinky. (“He’ll wash his hands first,” Mom hastened to add.) Ms. Ward is enjoying dressing baby Tristan in Army-fatigue outfits for the weekly “Mommy and Me” discussion groups at the 92nd Street Y. “I don’t believe that, when you have a baby, your life ends,” she said. “I just take him with me. I think it’s very old-fashioned to think you suddenly have this baby and it’s all over.”

Tristan Danté Rosario