Good. Thanks mumsnet.
OP, just for your information, after my ELCS I had the most euphoric bonding moments ever. It's not just natural birthing that happens with. It was truly the most amazing moment of my entire life, and it very oddly was as if I was completely high and I couldn't stop whispering to him, I think I might have been like that for hours 
, just holding him, whispering sweet nothings and looking into his bleary eyes and stroking his uneven skull and spotty beaten up face (I didn't see any off that til a long time after in the photos, thought he was absolutely perfect and so so beautiful at the time!). That first night was one of unexpected nights of beauty and perfection, I didn't sleep a wink, didn't care that I was hooked up to a catheter, cannula's everywhere and had spent the early evening vomiting heartily, but it didn't matter.
What mattered was the tiny (massive actually, he was a right bruiser at 11lb 13!), beautiful (err, covered that earlier), and precious (nope, no wisecracks about that one, more precious than all the jewels in the world).
I know I was lucky in that respect, and hadn't expected it at all, but just wanted you to know that it's not a choice between the perfect euphoric natural birth and a medicalised rubbish csection. Both can be awful, both can be wonderful.
Btw, it was 'elective' but only in so much as I knew I had to have a c-section a few hours before it happened, I didn't have much of a choice, as birth suddenly shot up the risk ladder & I was told no one in the busy London teaching hospital would feel comfortable or experienced enough in this type of problem to deliver my baby naturally. They said that the only way to get the experience would be to find a consultant or midwife who'd worked in rural developing world locations... So the choice was, roam around London trying to find another hospital on a Friday evening who happened to have field experience abroad (!) or get on board with the whole csection thing.
The thing that stopped it turning into a nightmare was that the surgical team were supportive and kind, respectful of my distress and one came and held my hand whilst I sat in a corridor and howled for the lavender scented water birth I'd totally bought into.
And I trusted them to do a good job, and they did. The only weird bits were two pauses when everyone got a bit busy and silent, but afterwards I realised that they were trying not to scare me, and we're concentrating on being great doctors at that point in time. One was when DS was born but took a while to get going, and turned out to be ruddy massive therefore extra checks were needed (suspected undiagnosed gestational diabetes), but then he was brought back to me and everything was fine.
And the other moment was shortly after that when it all went a bit quiet and everyone suddenly stopped coo-ing at the baby, turned out I was bleeding rather badly and urgent surgical attention required, lost 2 pints in the end & look grey in the photos in the days after. But, at the time, I had no idea, and I'm thankful I couldn't see what was happening.
(Oh one tip for the future is never ever look at the floor, the first indication anything out of the ordinary had happened was when they were moving me into a bed and I tipped downwards for a second, and saw the blood bath all over the floor. Shudders. But... 'Natural birth' isn't pretty either, lots of gore and guts going on, and I really feel that this was the best option for me, DS, and our mental & physical health.
In short, it is what it is, and any birth can be joyous in the right situation. Lots and lots of luck 