It took a solid week spent in the hospital, hooked to various monitors, devices and IVs, and under near-constant watch, but I'm finally home!
And so is Zelda! We even managed to keep her alive all by ourselves for a whole night! They're really not kidding when they say that you won't be sleeping much when you bring home a new baby; I was up every couple hours to feed and change her (and sometimes just hold her because she was fussy) and it was exhausting, but Eric was awesome this morning and gave me a couple hours to rest without worrying about her (because they sat and watched Battlefield videos together).
Our dog, Max, is also taking to her quite nicely. He seems to know he needs to be incredibly gentle around her, and around me while I'm recovering. He likes to be near her while she's in her bassinet, and he'll come up and give the top of her head a little lick when I'm holding her. I was worried because he's normally such a hyperactive dog (which is dangerous when he weighs as much as some adult humans), but he's doing great. Our cat, on the other hand, has no fucking clue what to think.