I can recall a time in which waiting for an enema caused butterflies to fly in my stomach! One was when I was around the age of eleven. The ordeal was strange to say the least, but the event still after 50+ years still drifts into my mind from time to time... Mom and Grandma had gone shopping so I had the house to myself for what I thought would be at least an hour and a half. Anyway, I had decided to give myself an enema while I was home alone. I waited for about 10 minutes before I started the preparation wanting to be sure they didn't leave and then remember something that they'd might have forgotten. I had just filled Mom's Rexall Victoria combination bottle with about 3 quarts of water... It was extremely bloated and actually looked like a basketball with a hose coming out of it. How I did it was, well, I filled the hot water bottle full of warm water. Then, I attached the tubing to the bottle and made sure the tube's shut-off was shut. Next, I laid the bottle on the floor and filled a large glass with warm water. I, then, filled my mouth with the water from the glass and put the hose minus the nozzle into my mouth. After opening the shut-off, I'd blow the water into the bottle. I continued doing this until the bag looked like it might burst. Then right before I started to hang the bag, Mom appeared with Grandma in the bathroom door. I was sitting on the commode in my underpants. Mom's only comment to me was "Mike, that's way too much water! If you want to kill yourself, go ahead!" After that was said both Mom and Grandma left the door. I was so embarrassed! I just sat on the toilet, elbows on my knees and hands holding my head. I probably stayed in that position for 15 or so minutes. Then, Mom reappeared and entered the bathroom. She came over to where I was and took a seat on the edge of tub. She took one of my hands and had me face her. She just looked at me not saying anything for at least a minute. Then, she said "Mike, I don't understand you and this enema thing you have! I really wish could, but let me tell you something! You wouldn't be taking so many enemas!" I thought for a second. Then, I looked down at the floor. Mom lifted my head and turned my head toward herself once again. I peered into her eyes and said "Mom, I really do like the way enemas make me feel! In fact, I can truly say the feeling I get as the water fills my stomach is quite unique! That's why I take them!" Mom didn't say anything. She just held my hand and looked into my eyes. Finally, another minute, she said "Well, Mike, do you want to take this enema?" I looked down and said "I guess so." Mom, then, let go of my hand and stood up. To be honest, I thought that she was going to leave the room, but instead, she walked over to the white bathroom cabinet and took out a jar of Vaseline. Then, she returned to the edge of the tub. I was just sitting on the toilet watching her every move. Mom, then, asked me .. "Mike, where do you hang the bag in here? Normally, I gave you your enemas in your bathroom and not in here." I pointed up to the window. It had a perfect knob that the bottom tab would hang on. Mother, then, bent down, picked up the bloated bottle and hung it on the knob using the bag's bottom tab. Immediately, I heard, the sound of bloop, bloop as the water filled the hose. Shortly thereafter Mom, opened the Vaseline jar and took her finger and obtained a glob of the stuff. Then, she smeared that Vaseline on the black nozzle that was attached to the hose. While she was doing that, I slipped out of my underwear and took a knee chest position in front of the toilet. Mom patted my back and then slipped the nozzle into my rectum. She, then, said "ok, Mike, I am going to start your enema now. Let me know if you need me to stop it, ok!" I nodded up at her and then lay my head down on the floor. Mom, seeing that I was ready, opened the shut-off and I was in heaven.