Over Christmas, after buying an inexpensive highchair to leave at their house, my mom said it really wasn't what she wanted, but at least she was assuming it was safe to use. Then she told me about a family friend whose baby DIED in a highchair!!! Why would you even say that?!? Granted, it was about 50 years ago, and highchairs have come a long, long way since then, but now every time I buckle LO into his highchair, crazy thoughts run through my head. I already never leave the room when he is in it, and I know it's completely safe, and sturdy, but still...

I'm not sure the circumstances of how the baby died, but I assume it tipped over somehow. I really didn't want to dwell on it at the time, but now I can't stop thinking about it.

Has anyone had someone tell a similar story to you that you'd rather not have been told? How do I get the crazy thoughts out of my head?