- cross-posted to:
- privacy@programming.dev
- hackernews@lemmy.bestiver.se
- cross-posted to:
- privacy@programming.dev
- hackernews@lemmy.bestiver.se
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.
When my partner and I had our first we had a close family friend which was very much a “gadget” mom. She treated parenting like an equipment sport.
At the baby shower she got us or at least recommended, quite literally, every product mentioned in this article. She loved showing off the like 4 apps on her phone monitoring every single metric about her kid.
I had a great time throwing it all out when we got home