Most of my rectal temps were performed with me laying on my tummy. This was the standard procedure by the nurses at the pediatric clinic that mom took me and my sisters to when we were younger. My mom and sisters all took my rectal temps the same way since I was the youngest, and all my sisters learned the procedures on me with guidance from mom. For these temperature sessions, I was either lying face down on my bed, moms' bed, or on the floor of the living room (if there was no company visiting), or on a padded-top table that mom had asked dad to make. Several times the babysitter did try to take my rectal temp with me laying across her knees. It was something new for me, but she was very successful at performing temperature checks on her son Billy and me.
She took her sons rectal temps like this and thought she would try it on me. I told her mom always took it with me laying tummy down on the bed. She said, “let's try it a new way, and if it is too uncomfortable, then I will take it with you laying on your tummy.” Once she began, and the rectal thermometer inserted, it was very different, as I could look back and see her hand near my bottom holding the rectal thermometer, and her other hand on my back to prevent me from rolling off her knees. I felt suspended above the floor. In the past, I can remember that she took my rectal temp several times when I was over playing at her house with her son Billy.
One day when I was over at Billy's house, and his mom was babysitting me. While playing inside his mom looked over at Billy and asked if he felt okay. He nodded yes, then lowered his head. She went over to feel his forehead and said he had a little fever. His mom said, “let me check your temperature just in case.” She then left the room and returned with a small tray with items on it. As I continued watching her, I saw the tray had a thermometer, a jar of Vaseline, and a box of tissues. I remember that my mom always used these items when she and my older sisters took my temperature. I watched as Billys' mom took his temperature in his bottom while he was laying on her lap. She had one hand placed at Billy's lower back. I watched her other hand as she twirled, slowly withdrew, then reinserted the rectal thermometer into Billy's bottom. I looked over at Billy's face, and he looked calmed and soothed. He knew his mommy was taking good care of him. Little did I know that soon I would be laying across her lap while she took my temperature. As his mom was finishing Billy's rectal temp, she said she would take my temperature to make sure I wasn't getting sick. I nodded my head yes. I watched as she was finishing up with Billy's temperature check. She moved her hand to Billy's bottom cheeks, spreading them apart with her fingers, and slowly withdrawing the rectal thermometer, and placing it on a tissue. That was when I saw pear-shaped tip.
His mom then reached for a tissue, as she wiped Billy's bottomhole area then telling him to climb down onto the floor and play with the toys. Looking towards me she said, "undress to your underwear while I go and clean this thermometer". I was already undressing as she walked across the room towards the hallway. I removed my shoes, shirt, and pants, laying them on the couch. A few minutes later Billy's mom returned holding the cleaned rectal thermometer. She had already lubricated the silver pear shaped bulb tip as I saw it glistening in the lights of the room. She said, “it was time for my temperature check.” I nodded my head yes. I then removed my underwear like Billy had done earlier and climbed up on his mom's lap and laid on my tummy.
Billy's mom helped me get comfortable, as I lay still, my arms at my side. I then heard her say “okay, let's get started.” Laying still, I felt her fingers laying on my bottom cheeks, her index finger and thumb slightly inserting between my bottom cheeks, spreading them apart. I tensed slightly, feeling my bottomhole pulse. Billy's mom said this will not hurt, and you know I am gentle.” She told me to breathe deeply and relax. As I did there was a calmness, then a slight pressure, as she touched, then slowly inserted the rectal thermometer into my bottomhole. I could feel the pear-shaped bulb penetrate me, as Billy's mom directed into my bottomhole.
Slowly she guided the glass rectal thermometer into me as I laid still across her lap, knowing I was getting my rectal temperature taken again by someone who cared about me. I felt the coolness of the lubricated rectal thermometer inside my bottomhole. I looked over and saw Billy playing with the toy trucks and cars. He occasionally looked over at me, smiling, knowing I was being taken care of by his mom. Billy's mom removed her fingers from my bottom cheeks as they closed around the rectal thermometer inside of me.
I then felt his mom place her hand on my lower back. I could also feel her twirling, slightly withdraw, then reinsert the rectal thermometer into my bottomhole. I lay my head onto her lap, as I began to feel the soothing emotion that Billy felt earlier when he was laying here before me. The time seemed to stand still as my rectal temp procedure was being performed. Several times Billy's mom moved her hand from my lower back to my bottom cheeks area. She twirled, slightly withdrew, then reinserted the rectal thermometer into me.
As I laid still, feeling soothed, I felt Billy's mom hand on my bottom cheeks. She then said, “let's check your temperature.” I feel her hand again on my bottomcheeks, as her index finger and thumb slide between and spread them apart. From there, I feel the slow withdrawal of the rectal thermometer. Billy's mom gently twirling it as it slides from within me. I turn my head to look back over my shoulder, I see Billy's mom holding the shining rectal thermometer between her fingers. It is not glistening as bright as it previously was before. Again, I see the pear-shaped bulb.
She places the rectal thermometer on a tissue on the side table. I then see her reach for a tissue, then guide it to my already spread open bottomcheeks area and wipe the excess lube from my bottomhole. She then says, “okay you are all done.” I lay still for a few minutes, as I feel the soothing still emotion still near within me. Billy's mom asks, “is everything okay?” I nod my head yes, saying “I am happy that you took care of me by taking my temperature.” Billy's mom said, “I care for you, like I care for Billy, and I don't want either of you to get sick.” She continued saying “and I know your mom would take care of Billy and take his temperature if she felt he was getting sick.”
“Neither of us want you little boys to get sick. So, we ensure your wellness by taking your temperatures, giving the medicine, and taking you to the doctor if you have a fever or sickness.” This made me happy, and I lifted myself up from her lap, smiling, and reached to hug her neck. Billy's mom also hugged me back, as she stood up, and smiled at Billy. She then knelt down, as Billy moved closer to her, and she reached to pull him in for a hug too.