Natasha Rita Georgiades

Oct. 13, 2006

3:54 p.m.

5 pounds, 6 ounces

Roosevelt Hospital

“I’m going to be pregnant for another six weeks,” Ella Georgiades, an editor at the publishing house Palgrave Macmillan, groaned to a co-worker right before her water broke. She rushed home to her West Village three-bedroom (we thought those were an urban legend?), where her husband, William Georgiades, the reviews editor at the New York Post, was waiting. “We have to go the hospital,” she told him urgently. Five hours later, they returned with this long, lanky blond bonbon (who has since put on a few pounds and grown a mullet). Parenthood is “like having the guest that never goes away,” remarked Ms. Georgiades, 29, who has been married to Mr. Georgiades, 39, for a mere five months. The new dad is cracking the Russian history books to help soothe Natasha at night. “He’s on a major kick reading about the gulag and torture. The poor kid is surrounded by all these bookish people.”

Natasha Rita Georgiades