Mom was prepared. She had the black bulb with tip out on the sick. Vaseline jar too. She already got the pan of soapy water in the sick. A towel was over toilet seat.
Then she called me in (If I was given it). Walked into the bathroom saw what was to happened. As soon as I walked in Mom closed the door. Looked at mom, just turned away, lowered my pajama bottoms, bent over and then mom started to prepare the bulb. seemed like an forever. Mom never said a word. Just left after she was finished. I got up after I felt the nozzle come out.
I only got 5-6 enemas. Last time when I was 14 all the same.
Now my brother Mike was different. When he walked in, he begged and whined. Always. I sometimes was in the next room and heard. After a couple minutes, I heard lots of crying so I knew it started. Never stopped until I saw mom leaving the bathroom.
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Date Posted:09:46:38 10/31/09 Sat
Everyone has said this. Yet the enema was given. I simply say I understand but we are going to do this anyway. Everyone is different I know and we can delay it if necessary or maybe give a suppository. May be the best thing is not to make a big deal when we need to give an enema. One thing that will not change is the sight of the enema bag ready and the look of the receiver knowing what is going to happen.
