Six pounds, one ounce of Rayne Kelcey Sumner joined the world at 15:28 yesterday! Happy Zeroth Birthday! (Hey, if Asimov can use "zeroth," so can I).
I hope readers will forgive another personal note, but after the stress of the last two days, I think I'm entitled a little self-indulgence, so bear with me.
It turns out that my daughter's incredibly low blood content was due to a tear in the placenta. They're still unable to find any such thing, but they did find 1.5 cups of my daughter's blood in my wife (an awful lot of blood when you're six pounds or so), so it was clearly leaking somewhere. Of course, any such loss of blood is bad, but knowing that's what it is is emphatically good--it means that there's no disorder behind it, just a loss of blood, and so the transfusion should be all she needs.
This is borne out by her current condition, which is hugely improved. All indications are that my little girl is going to be A-OK!
Unfortunately, my camera's still at the hospital with my wife--not that it matters much, since I can't find the cable for the thing--but I'll update this post with pictures once I have it here. I'll post one before, and one after the transfusion, to give a little perspective on just how lucky we are.