Pediatric hospital enema

Fortunately I had no hospital stays as a child other than my tonsils surgery. I have only one short, vague memory of it so it must have occurred in the early 1950s. No enema that I associate with that scary event, only being allowed to eat vanilla ice cream for a few days.

I was given a enema when I had my appendix out at 12 or 13. Loved it and got a erection from it, was on my side so Nurse never saw it. But that set the stage and the rest is history. 😉 LOL

I was given 4 or 5 enemas as a kid, but never in a hospital. The closest I came was in 1946 when I got my tonsils and adenoids taken out. I was 5 at the time, and when my mother explained that the hospital required that I be given an enema before surgery, she asked if she could instead give it to me at home before bringing me in. I remember this quite well. She acted as if I had a choice. I could let her give me an enema at home with the enema bag I was used to before she and my father took me in for my early morning surgery, or I could let the hospital people give me one of their much larger hospital enemas.

I remember not wanting an enema at all, but when she explained that hospital enemas were kind of like a basketball with a nozzle sticking out of its top, and when you sat on them your weight would force their enema water up your butt as a nurse looked on, I chose to let my mother administer my enema at home before going into the hospital. I was only in the hospital for a day and a half, so there was no post-surgery enema either.

The funny thing is, that the only hospital enema I’ve ever received was at age 23, and it was given to me in that very same hospital. I was admitted for surgery and because I was going to be given a general anesthetic it was explained to me that I would have to be given an enema to prevent any accidental soiling of the operating table during surgery. Given no choice I couldn’t say NO. I had been self-administering since age 8 by that time, but I didn’t want to be given a hospital enema, mainly because I was afraid I would spring one of my usual enema boners in front of some nurse.

As it turned out, a young male orderly, or perhaps he was a nursing assistant of some type, came into my room the night before surgery and administered my enema using a clear plastic bag with a clear hose that had a rounded tip. The hose had a hole in its side near its rounded tip, and because there was no stop on that hose it could be inserted as far up my ass as that guy wanted to push it. I remember he was very nice, and that he kept that hose moving in and out of my anus and rectum the whole time it took me to empty that bag. I don’t remember experiencing a single cramp, and I didn’t get one of my usual boners. I do remember him telling me that I could expel as soon as I had taken the entire bag of soapy water. Still, the soapy solution seemed to reside in my gut so comfortably that I held it for a few minutes while talking to my roommate before I made a dash for the toilet.

Even though I didn’t get a boner during that enema, I remember it as being a very nice, even a sexual experience.

BigBoy

When i was young about 5 years old i had problem going to the bathroom,so my mom took me to the doctor. he examined my bum which i did not like,he said he wanted to get an x -ray of my colon. he said he wanted to do an barium enema x-ray. i was scared because i knew what an enema was,in the room they removed my underpants told me to lay on my left side with my knees up to my chest. the nurse first lubed my bum with her finger, then i felt my cheeks being held open, then i felt this large tube being inserted into my bum it hurt alot and i started to cry saying take it out its hurting to much.

When I was 7 I was in a pediatric hospital. I didn't get an enema then, but some other kids had an enema. It took place in a separate room, with no witnesses. The children scared each other with an enema. They were afraid of her more than of the injections, because all children were given injections and only some of them were given the enema. I was not afraid of the enema then, because my mother used to give it to me at home.

I had an enema at the hospital when I was 15. But it was not a pediatric hospital only for adults. Enema was the standard procedure before minor surgery.

I must have been 11/12 years old. I hadn't gone to the bathroom for a while due to treatment with antibiotics, and one day my stomach started hurting... So they had already given me some bulbs at home but nothing happened. Then we went to the hospital. they made me lie down on a bed, and gave me an enema. it was quite painful and embarrassing, for the whole exam I was only wearing my t-shirt

Yup. It was 1960, I was 5 and my tonsils had to come out. I was checked into the hospital late afternoon and my parents stayed through dinner until 8pm, the end of visiting hours. I was in a room with 4 beds but only one occupied by an older boy.

Soon after my parents left a nurse came in pushing a cart. She helped me remove my PJ top and took my pulse and BP. Next she pulled off my PJ bottoms and took my RT (normal for that age and time). She then explained I was getting a bath, right here in my bed and proceeded use a washcloth to clean me from head to toe. She then told me I was going to get a bath on the inside too. I was rolled onto my side facing away from her. I felt her lift my butt cheek and I felt something pushed inside slightly bigger than a thermometer followed by a strange sensation, but it wasn't uncomfortable. I remember her hand on my hip keeping me on my side. After a short time she removed whatever had been pushed inside me and she rolled me back onto my back onto a bedpan. She praised me for being such a good, brave boy and told me it was OK to go poop right where I was. Within a short time I got the urge and she reassured me it was OK to go poop right there. I was surprised it was like diarrhea but she kept telling me it was fine and to let it all out. After a couple of minutes with nothing more she removed the bedpan and cleaned my bottom with another washcloth.

She put some extra padding under my bottom and then slide something else up my bottom. She told me it would help me get a good nights sleep. The next thing I knew I it was morning and I was being rolled down the hall and into the operating room. A doctor told me to "take a deep breath and tell me what this smells like" before putting a mask over my mouth and nose. I awoke back in my hospital room with a sore throat and my parents at my side.

@Fuz

Re: you don't believe enemas were given for a tonsillectomy, BELIEVE IT! It happened to me at 5 YO around 1953, and after the first I like many others here I was hooked! I learned much later that when they used ether because many times a bowel movement soiled the operating environment so the enema was administered to prevent possible containment. I guess ether relaxed your muscles more than modern anesthetics do.

LostInThe50s

When my tonsils were removed at about age six, I, and everyone else in the ward scheduled for a procedure the next day were given enemas. It was a Catholic hospital and the enemas were given by nursing nuns. I assume it was standard operating procedure rather than specific doctor's orders. Everyone I have spoken to from my generation about having tonsils out has almost the same story regarding pre-op enemas.

White enamel cans, red tubing, and black nozzles. You could hear the cans clanking as they wheeled the cart down the ward. Both boys and girls were on the ward and the curtains were only drawn around the bed sides, leaving the foot facing the aisle wide open. Whining and complaints about being full could be heard from adjoining beds and the nuns telling them it was almost done, "just a little more." Children were not accorded much privacy on the ward!

Before leaving the hospital for the night and to the ministrations of the nuns, my mother told me to be good for the sisters, do what they tell me and I would get ice cream the next day. Harrumph! It was only a small dish of sherbet and a wicked sore throat!

@LostInThe50s

l wasn't doubting / disputing it, the first line in quotes was what l was responding to, not sure why it wasn't as a reply to the poster ( possibly to member liquidsky or another member based on reply # 15 ? ), but the statement below the line in ''quotes'' was my reply. Sorry for any misunderstanding.

When I was 9, I had surgery and in those days, the night before, unknown to me, you got one! A very pretty young nurse came in with a bag full of water, which meant nothing to me at the time. In retrospect, it was probably a quart, which for a 9 year old was MORE than enough. She asked me to get on my hands and knees facing away from her on the bed and then she took down my pajama bottoms. This was the first time I can recall in my life where I was exposed in front of anyone other than family. She pulled back my legs a few inches and then pushed on my butt, to get me in the classic knee chest, but I was on my hands and she use a commanding voice, for the first time and ordered, "on you elbows!" I shifted position, and then my ass pointed almost upward. She then touched my anus with a bit of lube. I was surprised she did it, but also because I think I experienced my first real arousal? She then said, this wont hurt, and I felt the tip, of what was a thin continuous tube. As she slid in the hose, I could feel a bit of friction at my opening and I also felt it advancing up. I doubt she put in more than a few inches, but it felt like A Lot more to me 😢 She then let it rip, or at least that's how it felt. It was a tad cold and I started to feel full, at one point she said, we are almost done, telling me I was doing very well and then instructed me on how to do cleansing breaths. It might only have been a couple of minutes and she announced the bag's empty, good job! She told me to hold it for 5 minutes according to the clock on the wall, then she left and in about 5, came back, to take me to a bathroom down the hall! When I got to the bathroom, I wasn't desperate to go, but once I started, I thought it would never stop 😢. She checked on me twice, and when I was sure that I was EMPTY, I went back to the room.

I have had a few more medical related enemas in my life, but that first one, I remember so vividly! For me, the biggest affect was that I sort of identified more with my nameless nurse. I never saw her prior to the enema and didn't see her again before my release, pardon the turn of words 😃. That was probably a coincidence, but perhaps not, who knows what hospital protocols were at the time? Anyway, this mysterious giver, almost an erotic apparition, intrigued me so that it moved me very much into the giver mode. 😃. It's the thing that I most enjoy creating for others. Acting almost like an instrument of their thoughts and fantasies! It's not about demonstrating control, though sometimes that is necessary as part of their scenario, it's best for me, being the deliverer of their desires.

I received a microenema one time in hospital. I was a teenager. It was not pleasant at all, and I had the urge after few minutes.