Hospital enemas

My hospital enema true story: I had been given enemas from mom many times prior to my stay in the hospital. I was admitted to have my tonsils out. After visiting hours had ended the evening of having been admitted, the two teams of nurses (3 nurses to a team) were busy preparing the enemas and as they did, the rest of us young patients in the room (8 total occupied beds in the ward room) could see everything and hear everything. Chatter began between patients- “oh, I've had this before”….. “here come our enemas”…. “why do we have to have enemas?” So, a number of patients knew what was coming- including me. About half of the patients did not. Those patients were the most upset and inconsolable. There was loud crying from those patients- about 3 of them and they did not do well during their enemas. The young girl patient next to me- a car accident patient with apparently no broken bones but severe scrapes and lacerations all over her body- had a serous accident during her enema that required extensive clean up. The young boy patient across from me cried and kicked the entire time so nurses were actively engaged in holding down his kicking legs and firmly holding in the enema nozzle deep into his white, smooth, pale bare bottom while he lay on his tummy getting his enema. A general shroud of high anxiety, emotions, nervousness and fear permeated the brightly lit children's ward room- approx. 65 years ago. The 3 nurses to each team split their duties- one nurse managed the hose, clamp and nozzle; one nurse managed the enema-stand; and a third nurse held-down our legs firmly by the ankles to the mattress as we lay on our tummies being given our enemas. The first nurse would prepare the enema next to the bed by adding a green liquid soap solution from a squeeze bottle directly into the enema which made it extremely soapy sudsy. After the enemas, the mood in the room was somber and you could only hear sniffling and some continued crying. There was no discussion among the traumatized patients. After surgery, I hemoraged. It required that I be kept hospitalized to control the bleeding which extended for a two-week period in the hospital. The hospital policy continued for me- along with the others who would come and go- which was two enemas daily. I was released from the hospital on the day that happened to be my birthday- I turned 6. This experience I have carried with me for my lifetime. I have been determined ever since to be a good little bare smooth pale white enema boy. https://en.zity.biz/gallery/image/16548 …..michael https://en.zity.biz/gallery/image/16551

Michael,

Would the soap that was used for the Enemas possibly tincture of green soap? If so, that was some really strong stuff that would cramp and bring out tomorrow's dinner.

Dan

I had a similar experience at about age 8 and in hospital to have my tonsils removed. I had enemas at home but as an only child was not used to others seeing me get an enema. I was also fascinated to see other bare bottoms as other patients received their enemas and realized how I must have looked to them. The nurses were relentless if you had been ordered to have an enema thats what you got no matter how much you wriggled and struggled.

I must have been 11 going on 12 when I got an enema in the hospital. Sure I got several from Mom growing up, along with “ playing enema ” with a neighborhood boy, but this was the first time from a stranger(s). I was taken to the ER, then admitted after a bad case of food poisoning where I was puking up bile and shitting myself. I ended up in a kid's ward for several days. During this time I saw nurses with a nurses aid's in tow with enema bags for other kids. The curtains were always closed during these procedures, but our kid ear's weren't, as we heard the pleading and crying from those who never got one. This got me excited, but thankful that I wasn't one of them, as I was due to go home in two days. Then after dinner and visiting hours were over, it became my turn. First the nurse entered and stated that since I hadn't had a good BM, that my doctor ordered an enema. About the same time a pretty nurses aid came in, closed the curtain, then hung the clear soapy bag on the IV pole. I was made to lay on my left side as the nurse stuck a lubed finger up my bottom, then the enema tube. While this was happening, I heard other kids getting one too from the crying and yelling I heard. The nurse encouraged me while the water was going in, while the nurses aid rubbed my belly and back. I remember getting pretty full and starting to moan. By then, the nurse told me that I was done as the tube was removed. The nurse left it up to the aid to lead me to the toilet and clean up after. She stayed with me for a good 10 minutes while my ass exploded with soapy water, farts, then more water. That was probably the largest enema I got to that day. I probably sat on the toilet for a good 20-30 minutes before being put back in bed. The next night before Morning discharge, I got another enema from the same two, and looked forward ( got an erection ) when the nurse informed me. That became the start of my Med Fesh interest.

I had my tonsils out at about 5, in the same hospital my mom worked at. I was getting them from mom and assumed I was going to get one and although the boy in the next bed got one, I managed to slip out the door without one. I was a happy boy and don't remember if I got one after I got home but I wouldn't doubt it.