Finally my turn
Today LO was sitting on the couch beside me, in the corner like he usually does when my dog knocked a glass off the table with his tail and the glass broke. I turned my back to Callum and was picking up the pieces of glass when I heard a thump. He had fallen off the couch somehow. I think he fell over on his side and kind of rolled off. He cried for a minute or so, nowhere near as long as me. In fact, this happened almost 9 hours ago and I'm still crying. I feel so terrible, I was afraid to put him to bed tonight. OH and my mom have really tried hard to make me feel better but I feel like the worst mother on the face of the planet. He's totally fine, he has a bit of a bruise but other than that he's been smiling and babbling as usual, but it doesn't really help my guilt much.