My thoughts are with you and here is my story if it helps. We are in the anniversary week so it is a poignant time even 23 and 24 years later.
DS2 was born at 27 weeks and lived for just a few hours due to congenital heart disease. We knew from the 20 week scan. I had lost two babies in the 2nd trimester at that stage.
51 weeks later dd was born, 8lb 13oz, in an easy labour with no stitches and an Apgar score of 9+ but it was a bit of a journey to get there.
At 20 weeks placenta praevia was diagnosed (not full) so the first seeds of an elective caesarean were sown. At 28 weeks it had moved up but the baby was breach although not unusual at that stage. The baby remained breach and was considered large. At 34 and 36 weeks I had attempted external cephalic versions and both failed. An elective caesarean was arranged and the lovely consultant said he would do it himself (and patted my hand).
I had my pre surgery check on the Friday and everything was ticked off. Arrived at dawn the following Tuesday (after an admittedly uncomfortable weekend where I thought at one point labour was undoubtedly starting - and then fell asleep). Consultant came in to see me before scrubbing up - and the baby had turned. We had quite a chat and he was perfectly happy to go ahead as we were mentally ready but I felt I couldn't have unnecessary surgery at the end of the day, providing a very experienced midwife was guaranteed. I was 38 weeks and tbf because previous babies were born at 36.3 and 27 neither the consultant nor I thought I would get to term.
40 weeks came and went and from that point the baby was checked daily. For my mental health we decided the baby would be induced at 41 weeks. I agreed to the induction on the basis that if I needed the drip and (I'm sorry I just can't remember the name of the medicine) I would have an epidural first.
DH and I arrived at 9am and the pessary didn't do much. I declined having my waters broken mid afternoon because the registrar was abrupt. I think I had another pessary. Not very much happened until 8pm when some gentle contractions started and then my waters broke. (It may well have started then in any event). At about the same time they wanted to get the drip up and the anaesthetist was called to do the epidural (a mobile one). By the time the epidural was in, labour was underway and dd was born two hours later, no stitches, no drama, perfectly healthy.
It was a very surreal 51 weeks and there is much of that time I don't remember. 24 years will have passed next week and over time I have come to terms with it although I don't think one ever fully gets over it. DD has just had her 23rd birthday and is a daily blessing.
Good luck my love, whatever you decide and know that some of us know how difficult this time is for you.