Although I didn't get as many childhood enemas as some of our reader, there seem to a year (either my eigth or ninth) when I found myself home from school sick fairly often. What I remember most about those times was the tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches my mom would make for me, and her enemas, especially the enemas.
It was always the same....she'd come into my room in the morning and anounce that as soon as my younger sister was off to school she was going to give me a good, soapy enema, and afterwards I'd feel much better.
I felt like a convicted criminal listening to his gallows being consturcted as I strained to hear my mom moving about. Once the door slammed and my sister was gone there would be a few moments of silence that seem to stretch out for hours. Eventually I would hear the water running in the sink to get warm, followed by the swishing of the Ivory bar soap, the clanging of the small enamel sauce pan she used to fill our combination hot water bottle/ enema bag, and that soft gurgling, liquid sound as the bag was filled to it's two quart capacity.
No matter how well prepared I was by then, I would still jump when she entered my room to anounce that she was ready.
Once in the bathroom, my eyes would fasten on the red, bulging enema bag lying in the sink, the red ribbed hose draped over the edge, the black rectal pipe lubricated and ready.
Mom's enemas were always the same....you undressed in front of her until you were naked from the waist down, then positioned yourself on your tummy on the floor with her old Peach colored bathmat undr your hips.
Mom would always say something then like: "spread your legs apart honey so I can see what I'm doing"....I'd feel her warm, greased finger teasing my bottom open, then the black hard rubber pipe being inserted. There would be the audible click, a small gurgling soound, and the feeling of being filled. I think I liked the feeling of the enema starting the best, certainly better then the soapy cramps and urgency that followed. Often she would stop and start the flow while encouraging me to take as much as possible.
Well that's my recollection, I'd love to hear yours. electra.