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Scrolling through Twitter last Tuesday felt like staring at a hospital corridor – sterile, repetitive, soul-crushingly beige. Every bio read like carbon-copy obituaries: "Coffee lover ✨ Travel enthusiast ? Dog mom ?". My own profile? A monument to mediocrity. That's when my thumb, moving on pure desperation, stumbled upon the app store's equivalent of a neon sign in a graveyard.

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Rain lashed against the hospital window as I cradled my screaming daughter, my third night without sleep. Breastfeeding felt like a cruel joke - every latch sent searing pain through my cracked skin while milk spilled uselessly onto nursing pads. When the lactation consultant mentioned Enfamil's tracking system, I nearly snapped. Tracking? I couldn't even track time in this haze of exhaustion. But desperation made me download it during a 3AM feeding, thumb trembling as I entered her birth detail

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