dh and I went out for dinner this evening, with ds (11 wks), for the first time since his birth, to our favourite restaurant. When we got there, the place was almost empty (one of the reasons why we like it - it's a well-kept secret) but after a while I noticed a slight whiff of smoke. I looked around and saw a woman a few tables away smoking, and also the waitress was having the odd fag. I started feeling very uncomfortable indeed because of cot death etc. and actually wanted to leave with ds, but dh was adamant that it was no problem because none of the actual smoke was blowing over to us, and unfortunately it turned into a bit of a row. Later the waitress came over for a chat (we've been going there so long we're sort of part of the furniture) and held ds for a good 15 minutes so we could eat in peace. It was only afterwards I realised she'd had a cigarette and her holding ds could be dangerous to him. Cue further disagreement with dh. Now I'm sitting here feeling totally miserable - I'm usually so careful about the smoke issue with ds, I won't even take him to MIL's because she smokes - even if she doesn't smoke in there while we're there, because of the particles in the carpets etc. - and I feel like I've put him at risk and am so worried I'm going to lose him all because of having gone out for a meal (bad mummy!). I've had a long cold and the last few mornings have heard ds seems to have something in his nose, and am worried that if he has a slight infection that and the smoke will contribute to cot death. Plus dh doesn't seem to understand - he thinks because some babies are OK in smoky atmospheres what happened this evening's not that big a risk. We're not exactly getting on brilliantly atm - always seem to be getting at each other, trying to score points, disagreeing about everything to do with ds. dh thinks I worry too much and am paranoid... Sorry, just needed to offload - can't sleep anyway, too worried about ds.