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Those postpartum hormones really do a number on you. Particularly with twins. But then I was breastfeeding on top of that. Which made me HUNGRY. That's right, hungry, hormonal, and sleep deprived. Shudder. And so it was in the middle of the night I'd be up feeding my twins (who refused to be fed together - so they had to be fed individually) and what did I turn to for comfort? Those brown sugar cinnamon Poptarts. I bought them in bulk. At Sam's. And they tasted divine. In retrospect, it's a little crazy. It's not the sort of thing I eat in my normal, nonhormonal life. When I eat sweets, it's typically things I've made from scratch. But oh how I loved those Poptarts then. I'd eat a couple every night, in the wee hours of the morning, as the twins filled their bellies with milk and the room spun around me in a soggy sleep-deprived delirium.
Now do you think I got up out of bed to brush my teeth again after eating those Poptarts? No. I crashed once the twins were fed. Into the depths of a postpartum coma, for all of 2 or 3 hours, or until the next time the twins woke up screaming again. And that, my friends, is why I was having two cavities filled this past week. Payment for Poptarts.
I don't think I've eaten a Poptart since I weaned the twins at 13 months. Not a one. I have no desire. In fact, they don't even sound appealing. The twins, though? Oh do they love some Poptarts. I guess if I'm going to let them have a Poptart treat now and then, I need to remember to brush their teeth afterwards, huh?!