I don't labour right. The same thing nearly happened with my first son, but I was just at the beginning of being induced at 42+1 - I'd been contracting at 42+0 in the hospital, they'd stopped and I was 4cm dilated, so I was sent home to see if things would start up again. They didn't, so we were back the next morning, when they broke my waters, which were very heavily meconium stained, and put a drip in, at which point his heart rate crashed and I was rushed to theatre.
During my second pregnancy, it was thought most likely that the breaking of my waters and the drip had been the cause of the heart rate crash and c-section, so we refused all interventions. And again, I went into labour at 42+0, went to hospital where they confirmed all was fine, went back home as the contractions weren't established enough for me to stay in, and later that evening everything stopped, same as with Isaac. We were back in the hospital at 42+3 for a standard monitoring appointment, and they couldn't find a heartbeat.
I don't think he died because I was 42 weeks. I think I was 42 weeks (and more!) because my body doesn't labour right and hangs on to the baby for too long.
This time around, we've got an induction planned for 40 weeks (possibly to be brought a week or so earlier if we spy any potential problems arising, but I imagine I will get to 40 weeks unless I labour naturally beforehand), and I'll be monitored throughout.
I always said that we were lucky to get Isaac out alive, and that I'd felt he was in more trouble than the staff at the time believed. I allowed myself to be convinced that this was unlikely to be true. I wish I'd trusted that gut instinct, because it was spot on. I think we were very lucky to save my first son, and very unlucky with how we lost our second. However, I do think as long as labour is monitored and we're in a hospital, then we should be ok (although I may well end up with another c-section, which doesn't thrill me. But I obviously would rather that than another stillbirth, and that does seem to be the situation for me!)
It's not something I mind talking about tbh. I think because it was our decision to decline interventions, and we knew what had happened first time round. We were just left feeling incredibly grateful for our eldest son, really, and finally realising exactly how close we came to losing him, and how much luck was involved that we were on the monitor at exactly the point he started to really struggle.