Feeling like a lousy mummy tonight- hubby came home from work so I put my feet up to read my kindle. I saw him put Molly on the sofa, closer to the edge than I would have done, as she is quite a mobile roller now. I bit my tongue and didn't say anything, so as not to undermine him. Of course, she rolled off the sofa, and caught her head on the coffee table. I saw her going, and half caught her, but she still caught her head, and there's a lump. She screamed so much. I rang the doctor, and they didn't seem concerned- they just said to keep an eye on her. She is fine, giggling away before bed, but I feel horrible. I keep checking on her! Not sure I will sleep much tonight.