My grandmother was an RN from 20’s through the early 40’s. Her definition of a 3H enema was, “high, hot, and helluva of a lot.” My brother, sister, an I were on the receiving end of her 3H enemas more than once.
My first experience with her 3H enemas was at age eight, until then, all the enemas I received from her were across her lap. She had me get completely undressed, normal. But when she told me too get down on the towels, she’d spread on the bathroom floor, on my hands and knees resting my head and shoulders on my arms, not normal. This was what I would come to know as the knee chest position, but at age eight, I’d never heard of it, let alone gotten an enema in that position. I watched grandma fix a Ivory soap enema in her two quart closet top enema bag and she filled it completely full, which wasn’t normal. Normally she filled it a little over halfway, but not this time. The last thing she did, was to remove the adult recital nozzle and replace it with a long colon tube. Once she hung the bag up, she spread Vaseline on the colon tube, her index finger, my anus, then inserted her finger as far as it would go into my rectum and started moving it all around. Before I realized what was happening, she had removed her finger and replaced it with the colon tube. Pushing it forward and twisting it in one movement. Then back a little, then forward again with a twist. She kept this up until she had about half the tube inside me. The only way I knew she started the flow was hearing the click, the metal clamp made. Then to my surprise, she stopped the flow and started moving the colon tube again, pushing forward while twisting it back and forth. Starting the flow again, then stopping, moving the tube again like the first time. She kept this up until she had the colon tube all the way inside me. Once completely in, she started the flow and told me to let her know if I started getting cramps. I think she had the flow going slow, because it felt like it was taking forever. When I started getting cramps, I let her know. She stopped the flow and told me, “let me know when they have passed.” As I was about to tell her the cramps had passed, she started the flow again. I don’t know how she knew when to restart the flow, maybe it was my body language. I only remember getting cramps a few more many times. Each time she stopped and restart the flow, until I had taken a two quart enema for the first time, and I felt like I was about to pop, I was so full. Normally grandma had us hold a soapy enema for ten minutes, but this time, by five minutes I was crying, so she told me to get up and get on the toilet. I did as I was told, once on the toilet, she removed the colon tube. It really surprised me, because it felt so good as she pulled it out of me.
Once I was finished expelling, she gave me a rinse enema that was a repeat of the first, with two exceptions. The colon tube went in much quicker, and I didn’t cramp up as much. I took a full two quart bag again, but thankfully, I didn’t have to hold it. It was up and on the toilet, removing the colon tube once I was setting down. However, she removed the colon tube much slower this time, and it felt so much better the second time around.
The next time she took me to the bathroom for an enema, after giving me a 3H enema. Things were back to normal, except for one change that is also etched in my memory. Laying nude across her lap, the enema bag only being a little over half full, her Vaseline covered index finger inserted in me as far as it will go, then replaced with a long curved douche nozzle with a bulbous head, that was a surprise. Once the bag was empty and I held the soapy enema ten minutes, it was on the toilet to release. Once done, it was back over her lap for the salt and baking soda rinse enema and a hold time of five minutes. When done, she removed the nozzle and put me on the toilet, as normal. But, while I was still laying across her lap holding the rinse enema, I asked, why I got such a large enema last time, and why she used a different nozzle this time. She told me, I had been getting constipated too often, and need a good clean out. And changed the nozzle, because she wanted to be sure the water when higher, without using a colon tube. That was the only change made to normal enemas, after my first 3H enema. She stopped removing the douche nozzle that was normally attached, replacing it with a recital nozzle. She used whichever nozzle that happened to be attached. This time, it was the long curved douche nozzle with a bulbous head. This was the first time anyone had ever used a douche nozzle to give me an enema and it really felt nice deep inside me.
That was the first of seven or eight 3H enemas I received from my RN grandmother with her colon tube. I didn’t learn until I was a teenager that her colon tube was twenty four inches long, as to size, I have no idea. The day of my first 3H enema, is forever etched in my memory, as if it happen yesterday. It wasn’t what I would call a pleasant enema, I was so full, I thought I was going to burst. However, it did have its pleasant moments and good feelings.