I would take a bit longer to enjoy the sweet smell of my two week old baby, while I felt the warmth of his soft skin against mine. I would take a bit longer to hold him close, and understand that being nervous was not indicative of the mother I would be. I would sing to him instead of sitting in overwhelmed silence >>flustered<< as he cried at all of the new sensory experiences that overcame him. I would not be worried what others were thinking as learned what made my baby most comfortable. I would stand taller knowing that I was exactly who my sweet baby needed me to be in that moment, because I would have confidence that I knew my baby better. If time could stand still, I would cherish the moments all the more, and have more confidence in myself as a mother, knowing what I do now about the cruel speed of time.