Wanting to relive...
I am 5 or 6 and I tell my mom that I don't well. She feels my forehead, but doesn't say anything and leaves. A few minutes later, she returns with a jar of Vaseline and thermometer. Not the mouth kind either.
She pulls down my covers and instructs me to turn over on my belly.
My jammie bottoms are pulled down to mid thigh, where she parts my butt cheeks and insers the thermometer. 5 minutes she says.
Once done, she reads it and leaves the room. I hear her talking on the phone to my doctor or his nurse.
About 15 minutes later, Mom comes back, helps me out of bed, and leads me to the bathroom, where I first smell Ivory soap in the air, then see the red bulb with black tip sitting on the counter. Next to that, a Tupperware bowl of soaps ups.
Mom tells me that the doctor is going to see me, and the nurse said to give me an enema before he arrives.
She helps take off my pajamas to where I am fully naked, then positions me face down over her lap.
I then feel her hand spread my cheeks with one hand, while her other dips her finger into the Vaseline, coating my crack before inserting her index finger into my hole. My body bucks up.
Then Mommy says that she will give me 5 squints of the 4 ounce syringe, and she needed me to help her count.
I can't see her, but hear the noises of the bulb being squeezed, then the sucking sound, as the bulb is filled.
Again she parts my butt cheeks, as I feel the cool air against my hole. Then the nozzle insertion. One, she says. I only felt the water being up my bottom. No problem.
Then I hear the bulb being refilled and the nozzle getting inserted. Mom never says anything, but waits for me to say 2! I eventually say 2, as I start to feel the soapy water start to churn my bowels.
Another sound of the bulb getting squeezed before I knew what was next. #3.
The 3rd filling started to get rough to handle, as Mom rubbed my back, butt, and legs. I asked her to stop and let me go potty. " Where's not done yet " she replied. Two more !
By my 4th insertions, I started to squirm and plead for relief, where she said only one more. This last insertions was the worst as I was ready to explode.
This is when Mom took me off her lap, and put me on the toilet, but wait... as I had to hold it for 5 minutes. Needless to say, that didn't work. It felt so good to release.
That day, the doctor came by to check me out. Of course, my Mom told him that I got an enema before he showed up.
In the end, I got a bad case of the flu.
Besides a prescription that he called in, he instructed Mom to give me enemas until my fever broke. This ended up as morning. Lunchtime, then before bedtime for 3 days.
And people wonder why we grew up eventually liking enemas.