It was not to be. 
As much as the family’s disappointed that it didn’t work out, it might be for the best. Sis was not in the best of situations - we would have helped, as much as we could, but it would still have been almost all her, and single parenthood is hard. We’re hoping she can wait a few years and try again.
And, well, babydaddy is a festering herpes sore on Satan’s sweaty anus. And that’s me being couth.
On the plus side, I’m knitting a really pretty sweater because I couldn’t exchange the baby blanket yarn for cash.