cross-posted from: https://sh.itjust.works/post/69844421
No one warned me, when I became a parent, about all the apps that would colonize my phone: the app for the baby monitor where I could gaze at my daughter, even when my husband and I finally had a night out. The app for the Snoo smart bassinet we rented in bleary-eyed desperation, which logged her sleep by the minute. The app where I logged her sleep manually because the Snoo was not accurate enough. And still, I remember thinking that I had been quite restrained. I mean, I didn’t buy the $299 Owlet smart sock, which would send her pulse rate and oxygen saturation directly to my phone, or the $290 Nanit monitor, which would track her every breath.
We have kids and it’s borderline criminal how everyone feeds on the fear of young parents. Your kid might have down syndrome! It might have an incurable heart issue! It might be left handed! It might suffocate and die!
It wasn’t all sunshine, we had some shitty situations. But still, why not trust in biology and basic health care and the fact that billions of kids grew up just fine?