I had an elective with my second, after having an emergency with the first, and also having a low lying placenta so it was the safest option (well the only one really but anyway!)
The two experiences could not have been more different!
With the elective, I had a spinal block instead of an epidural. This means that I could not feel a thing. With the epidural I felt the sensation of them "unzipping" me - then some windows of pain which resulted in them having to put me under to get the emergency baby out. However, elective baby was a much more calm experience due to the total lack of sensation which made my anxiety of feeling something disappear. I did get low blood pressure which made me feel fairly yuck for a minute or two, but they sorted that out with an ephedrine drip.
They were chatting away and were able to take their time and pulled out DD who looked angry and purple 😆. They stitched me up all nice and relaxed while I cuddled her. They were trialling something called TAP blocks, which were an injection of novocane into the transverse abdominal plane muscles, so they did that, and I was good to go into recovery for half an hour (this is for them to monitor you, not baby), then they wheeled me down to the ward in my bed still holding my angry purple looking bundle who by this time was looking at me as if to say "you must be my mummy!".
So we chilled in the room and my husband took a photo on his blackberry (!) which he emailed to me, which I retrieved on my laptop using a WiFi dongle I had purchased (!!!) and uploaded the picture to this new thing called "Facebook", which had only started the year before and was fast gaining popularity. The 40 or so friends I had on there were very impressed at how quickly I managed to get a birth announcement up onto the internet whilst still being in hospital 😆 (she's a teenager now, but is no longer purple, just occasionally angry)
I waited for the "sword of fire" to appear in terms of pain but the spinal block wore off, making me feel cold, then hot, then a bit stoned, then I could feel my legs, yet no sword of fire! A slight tenderness perhaps? Amazing, as I had been in quite a lot of pain after my emergency one but to be fair he was quite stuck. I was able to lift her out her cot, walk around, shower, and go for a wee within about 8 hours I think.
The next day, by dinner time they were stalking around looking for people well enough to eject in order to clear the ward for the next influx of babies, and I nearly made the cut except for angry purples lack of desire to eat anything (well, drink!) so if it wasn't for that and she had decided to be more cooperative we could have potentially gone home the next day.
They might make you wear something called TEDs on your legs - compression stockings. They are not sexy, but neither is passing blood clots out of your vag when you take a piss, and wearing a pad the size of a surfboard in your knickers. Why they can't outsmart this process with c-sections by getting Dyson to design a tool of some sort is behind me - this is Mumsnet so we can probably blame Brexit for that.
Enjoy! I hope your experience is as good as mine! X