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. My mom and sisters took my rectal temps the same way. I was either laying facedown on my bed, moms bed, or on the floor of the living room (if there was no company visiting). Several times the babysitter did try to take my rectal temp with me laying across her knees.
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.
She said he had a little fever. I watched as she took Billy's rectal temp 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 bottomhole. I looked over at Billy's face, and he looked calmed and soothed. He knew his mommy was taking good care of him. Soon I would be laying across her lap. As his mom was finishing Billy's rectal temp, said she would take mine to make sure I wasn't getting sick. I nodded my head yes. She moved her hand to Billy's bottom cheeks, spreading them with her fingers, slowly withdrawing the rectal thermometer, and placing it on a tissue. I saw it had a 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 temp check". Again nodded my head yes. I then removed my underwear, and climbed up on her 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, lets get started". Laying still, felt her fingers 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 "for me to relax. As I did there was a slight pressure, as she touched, then slowly inserted the pre-lubricated rectal thermometer into my bottomhole. I could feel the pear-shaped bulb penetrate me, as Billy's mom directed it deeper.
Slowly she guided the glass rectal thermometer into my bottomhole, 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 against the inner soft skins of my bottomhole, as it slid it deeper into me. 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. I felt his mom's fingers leave my bottom cheeks as the rectal thermometer was set to its position deep within me.
My bottom cheeks closing around the rectal thermometer. 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 index finger and thumb once again enter my bottom cheeks area, and spread them apart. From there, I feel the slow withdrawal of the rectal thermometer, the pear-shaped bulb touching the soft inner skin deep inside my bottomhole. Billy's mom twirls the rectal thermometer as it slides from my within me. I feel the pear-shaped bulb as it is slowly exits my bottomhole. I turn my head to look back over my shoulder, I see Billy's mom holding the shining glass pear-shaped rectal thermometer between her fingers. It is not glistening as bright as it previously was before it was inserted deep within my bottomhole.
She places it 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 "all done". I lay still for a few minutes, as I feel the soothing still near. 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 cares 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. This made me happy, and I lifted myself up from her lap, gave her a smile, 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.