Thanks for understanding where our heads are at with this. I was worried that this might get ugly, but I am brutally honest, which gets me in to trouble with people sometimes, but it's just who I am.
We had the luxury of knowing that "F" was in deep poo since just before Thanksgiving. Gabby, as usual, spontaneously decided that we should fight to take the baby.

Of course she was on the other side of the country when she dropped this little bomb on me and my first thought was "We need to talk!" But, I knew from her previous trips out there that we would get nothing much accomplished over the phone because of the time difference and her nutty schedule. So, I started researching FL law and found that it was not real gay friendly. I looked into what we would be looking at in legal fees, if everything were to go off without a hitch. I looked into maternity leave policies at work. I looked into what FMLA leave that Gabby would be entitled to at her work. I priced our the dog boarding for our then upcoming Disney trip, which is about $150 a day, which would mean that during all of that time that we would be in FL trying to get the baby, that we would be spending that much each day just to have our current babies boarded. I tried to find lawyers that were licensed in GA and FL who dealt with adoption law. I did a lot of soul searching alone, because Gabby asked me to talk to no one about the fact that "F" was about to be arrested. [edited to add: at this point, we knew nothing about the drug abuse issues.] It was the longest week of my life outside of the time when my Dad had his heart attack.
Once Gabby returned home days later, we set aside some time to talk and really work through all of the issues involved. We sat in an IHOP near home for several hours talking about it. A couple of pots of coffee later, we had reached our decision of how we should handle this.
Since Gabby has been traveling all day and evening, I haven't heard many updates on Baby "M". However, I did get a text with the picture of the newest member of my MIL's alpaca herd. I don't know if it's a boy or a girl, but it's white, little, and cute. [edited to add: it's a girl!]