Birth Mom's step mom went home for the night and I sent Drew home to check on the dogs (who had to be left in the new backyard while we are at the hospital) and get a little sleep (no sense in both of us being sleepless zombies tomorrow). He called when he got home and Mac is gone. The neighborhood is full of fireworks going off and Mac has dug out of the back yard. Does his sound like a repeat? This exact thing happened last 4th of July. We feared this, but there was nothing more we could do. Toto and Foose are still there. He is going to let them in for the night and try to get some sleep and come back early in the morning to rejoin the labor game. I'm hoping Mac comes home on his own, but he's in a new neighborhood, there is still a full weekend of fireworks to deal with and we won't be home until at least Sunday evening. He escaped his collar a while back (the one with his name and my phone number), which means our only hope is that he comes home on his own. Fingers crossed, prayers said.
Birth Mom's meds have really kicked in, she's sleeping and I'm going to try to do the same. Long road still ahead, but Eleanor is the light at the end of the tunnel.