Together we gripped the epipen and (after I got him to relax) jabbed it into his thigh. Then I held him as we both cried (him loudly, me silently) and I told him how brave he was and how proud I was of him. It's the first time I've done the epipen myself, except for the one I jabbed into the mattress while visiting the immunologist at Starship! It was his first time doing it too. B and I realised that after the terrifying reaction at Christmas time that he needs to learn to do it himself. There will come a day when he'll be off with friends and will need to be able to look after himself.
Once the adrenaline was working he felt so much better. Still a bit scary when the ambulance guys rock up with a defibrillator and a special resuscitation guy! Though the whole situation was so much calmer than what happened last summer. This time the symptoms came on one after another and I knew what was needed. Last time it was awful and we were confused and far from help.
We were even lucky enough to get a visit from the Clown Doctors while we were at Starship. They were lovely and made us both laugh and laugh. They're playing at being dinosaurs.