Delyse is a single mother. She is raising 4-year-old twin daughters in the West of England. At the very outset of our conversation she introduced herself to me as someone who has coped with a prolonged set of struggles ranging from the physical and emotional to the financial realms of her life. She noted to me how proud she was of having come through so much to create a good life for her little daughters.

She describes to me her present-day ambivalence, juxtaposed with her largely unaware acceptance, of a high degree of dataveillance (van Djick, 2013) during her twins’ infancy. At the time, when she was a new mum of twins without any support from a partner or family, she tracked every feed and every bowel movement on an app with some attempts to anonymise her infants. Her context, with several financial, emotional, physical, and practical struggles, intersected then with her nebulous grasp of the journeys of data, and the invitation from the hospital to monitor and track her infants (see Leaver, 2017), to shape her actions. The apps, trackers, and Facebook timelines that Delyse interfaces with are more than an amalgamation of rules, tricks, or treats of code and tech, from which she can pick and choose at will. Rather, these are mushed up, so to speak, within the drudgery, banality, and everydayness of parenthood. From what Delyse describes, they are the means through which Delyse's everyday life is constituted, from getting infant bowel movements recorded, toddlers’ music listening on Alexa sorted, advice from fellow parents sought, camaraderie or exclusion from parenting circles experienced, and more.