I had sepsis after a section last year. Day five post section and I woke up feeling shivery and weepy, all I wanted to do was lie on the sofa and cry into the top of DD's head. I felt sickly. I couldn't eat or drink, the very thought of it repulsed me and when I tried some water it was so disgusting I couldn't swallow it. I was so cold, that's my main memory, being painfully cold. I told DH I was dying and he told me I'd be okay. MW on a home visit told me it was probably tiredness and my milk coming in.
Mid-afternoon I started throwing up. First my dinner from the night before and then green and brown bile, it stank and the taste was horrific. I had pains in my abdomen. Rang MW who said it was probably food poisoning or a bug from my other DC. Continued to shiver and spew. By the evening I was wearing a vest, a t-shirt, pyjamas, a cardigan, two pairs of socks, a dressing gown, and had a fleece blanket wrapped around me. I was still cold. DD did an exploding shit and all I could do about it was cry. I told DH I was going to bed to sleep it off. DH said no and rang OOH.
OOH sent a GP straight to the house who examined me and rang an ambulance. The paramedics stripped my layers off me and I cried because I felt like I would never be warm ever again. Before I left I told DH where my life insurance documents were because I knew I wasn't going to come home. It was weird, it wasn't like a fear or a melodramatic "I'm dying", I just felt very matter-of-fact about it all, I knew I was dying and I was okay with it. At least I wouldn't be cold any more. They had to give me gas and air in the ambulance for the pain. Arriving at hospital is hazy, like a dream. I threw up all myself and all over the floor when I filled the sick bowl faster than it could be swapped for an empty one. Someone helped me wash and change. A pipe in my hand and IVs hung up - fluids, two lots of antibiotics, an anti-emetic, IV paracetamol. I was writhing in pain, they felt like contractions. They were contractions, it turned out the infection was from retained tissue. I asked if I would have my baby soon. They said she's here, she came in the ambulance too, do you want her? What baby? I said, I don't have a baby. They took her away so of course I remembered about her then and asked for her. DH came to see me and I was chatting to him and the DC. I felt peaceful and floaty. We talked for ages but really DH wasn't even there, when he did come in he said I was passed out the whole time and we didn't have any of the conversations I thought we had. My BP was very low, 70/40 at one point, and my temperature was low. I always thought infections meant fever but it turns out the opposite is often the case too.
I had IV antibiotics for three days and then two lots of oral antibiotics many times a day for ten days. I still couldn't eat but that was the antibiotics rather than the sepsis.
I don't know how close I came, the doctor said if I'd been successful in my attempt to go to bed and "sleep it off" I'd have most likely been beyond help by the morning so I'd guess I came fairly close. I'm also now paranoid about infections and about getting sepsis again. I got a viral infection a few months ago and got the shivers, I had a panic attack because I thought it was the sepsis come back to finish the job. One of my back teeth is damaged from HG and needs pulling but when the dentist talked about it and about aftercare, as soon as she mentioned infection I burst into tears and refused to let her pull it out, now I can't ever go back because I'm too embarrassed.
I'm glad awareness has been increasing. OOH, the on call GP, and the hospital were shit hot on it, the MW who told me it was tiredness/milk/food poisoning/a bug was not so shit hot so obviously work is still needed.