“Diaper rash in these institutions is a common occurrence,” the doctor sighed. “Smear the baby cream several times a day and cure it in a couple of weeks.

“I’m smelling Sasha after every washing up,” Mom said. “Everything is almost gone.”

- Now we will check, - the doctor smiled.

Carefully putting me on my back, the doctor lifted my legs to the full. All red from embarrassment, I had to endure, as other people's fingers test me in the most intimate places.

- Right here? - clarified the doctor, unbearably tickling me touching the scrotum.

“No, this testicular rash appeared only a couple of days ago,” mother said, “I just wanted to tell you.”

- I wonder what you are washing under the baby? - asked the doctor, continuing to tickle me to feel, - These one-time napkins?

“Yeah, by them,” Mom confirmed, taking the box that the doctor was pointing at from the table, “I bought it a couple of days ago.” All these napkins are now used, so I decided to try.

“There are so many chemicals in these napkins,” the doctor explained, “It’s no wonder they cause allergies in the baby. I advise everyone to wash children in the old fashioned way - soaped with a rag.

Still holding my legs up, the doctor began to look carefully for something between them. I wanted to fall under the ground from embarrassment.

“The testicles are fine,” she remarked, touching my scrotum, “Fully lowered.”

The unexpected tickling was so sharp that I desperately kicked my feet.

- Well expressed kremasternny reflex, - the doctor smiled.

- What is the reflex? - Mom asked in surprise.

“Cremasterny,” the doctor repeated, “See how the baby's testicles tighten when I tickle them?” You can try it yourself when you wash or bathe the toddler.

Dropping my legs down, the doctor unceremoniously lifted my pussy.

“I don’t like this proboscis,” she frowned, “But if it doesn’t stop the child from writing, there’s nothing to touch.

“It doesn't seem to interfere,” Mom shrugged.

- How does your little boy usually shoot his horse? - the doctor did not let up, continuing to pull at my pussy, - Strong or barely?

I just did not know where to go from embarrassment.

“I didn’t pay attention to it somehow,” Mom smiled, “And I didn’t see, to be honest.” Sasha is still doing everything in my diaper. But no ... - mom thought for a second, remembering something, - once let out a trickle during washing-out - lying on the back with legs raised.

The memory of the recent embarrassment made me blush even more.

“I arranged such a tall fountain,” Mom continued, “It seems to me that Sasha has everything in order with pisyonchik.”

“Since he is writing well, it’s not worth worrying yet,” said the doctor. “If the foreskin is not delayed at 5-6 years, then measures must be taken. We usually assign a special procedure.

Listening to how the doctor explains to the mother the specific features of caring for the boys, at the same time demonstrating everything on me, I almost died of shame.

- Have you measured your temperature for a long time? - unexpectedly asked the doctor, putting his hand to my forehead.

“I tried to do it an hour ago, but nothing happened,” Mama sighed. “Sometimes I manage to get the thermometer to hold correctly, but today I simply can't. Tossing and turning and does not want to keep anything in his armpit. Even if you hold your hand, the thermometer constantly drops out. I am so afraid that Sasha will break it. There's glass, mercury ...

- Now we will measure the temperature differently for your baby, - the doctor slyly winked at mom, - Give us your thermometer here.

Mom gave the doctor a thermometer. Noticing how she stretched to a jar of baby petroleum jelly standing on the table, I immediately realized that she had started. Shaking the thermometer several times, the doctor dipped it in a jar of Vaseline.After that, she jerked my legs up and began to tickle with petroleum jelly my sensitive hole in the pope. I waited with dismay what would happen next. Suddenly, I felt something resting on my hole and in the next instant it slid inward. It was so unpleasant that I could not stand it and roared loudly.

“What a roar,” the doctor smiled. “Don't cry.” All the little children there measure the temperature.

“And I thought, only breastfeeding,” said mother.

- What are you, - grinned the doctor, - All children of toddlers. It is useless to teach a child up to three years to properly hold a thermometer in the armpit.

When I felt the doctor shove the thermometer deeper, I roared with a new force.

- I know that it is unpleasant to lie with a thermometer in the priest, - the doctor said guiltily a little bit, - We must be patient. You are a man. And men do not cry.

- My little muzhchinka, - smiled mom, - Lies on the table naked. In his best.

I kept quietly sobbing.

“Be patient, honey,” my mother said tenderly, “The doctor should measure your temperature.”

Taking the blue nipple from the table, my mother quickly licked it and put it in my mouth.

“That's it,” she smiled tenderly, “How we like to suck on a pacifier.” And we wipe the tears. Here is this handkerchief.

- Children, of course, do not like this procedure, - the doctor sighed, - Not to mention how afraid doctors are. With you, he will not be so capricious. Immediately in the mouth of the nipple, in the hands of a favorite toy - you know better than me how to calm the baby.

- And how long should keep the thermometer? - asked mom.

“This mercury minute is three or four,” said the doctor, “And the electronic ones work much faster.”

“I’ll buy one at the pharmacy today,” my mother decided, “The best imported electronic thermometer. I do not want to torture the child.

Dummy really helped me calm down and get used to a foreign object in the pope. True, now I was worried about something else - a sharply increased urge in a big way. It seemed that I would immediately begin to crap as soon as my thermometer leaves my ass.

- Do you have gauze? - unexpectedly asked mom doctor.

“Of course you do,” Mom answered, a little surprised. “Bring?”

- Aha, - the doctor nodded, - Bring a piece more.

Mom went to the closet and brought out a large piece of gauze. Wielding one hand, the doctor quickly folded a neat square out of gauze and stuffed it under my butt.

- When rectal temperature is measured, it is imperative to place a child on the ass at the bottom of the child, - she explained to her mother, - Just in case.

The doctor slyly exchanged glances with her mother and both had smiles on their faces. They seemed to understand what was happening to me.

- By the way, many people use a thermometer to make a child poop, - the doctor said, - And your problem with a chair is just that.

- Do you suggest that you measure his temperature like this even after he recovers? - mum grinned, - Put the thermometer in the ass for five minutes?

“Of course you don’t need to keep that long,” the doctor began to explain, “Just tease the kid a little. Tickle a hole in the bottom with the tip of the thermometer, poke it lightly there. This is usually enough. Well, if it does not help, lubricate the tip of the thermometer with liquid soap or shampoo and enter inside. Just do not hold. Twist in different directions, ... Read more →