For those that are unfamiliar with the term "Gotcha Day," it is the day that an adoptive family actually receives their child. It is a really big day! For us, it happened on January 14, 2008 in an unassuming office on the 9th floor of the Provincial Civil Affairs Office in Guangzhou, China. We knew when we arrived in Guangzhou that we would not receive the children until 4:00 p.m on Monday because most of the baby girls were coming from an orphanage 7 hours away. There were 2 boys and 13 girls that would be handed to their forever families that day and we were fortunate that Reid only had to travel about 2 hours. We also knew that we would be the second family to meet their child, so we would not have to wait with anticipation as long as those other families. What a blessing!
We arrived by bus at our destination and made our way to the dreary office where we all took a seat and made ourselves comfortable. Butch and I were informed that Reid had not arrived with his caregivers, so we would need to wait to receive him. Probably would be after the other girls. No problem, we'd waited this long... A few moments later a bustle of activity began to take place and Chinese people started filing past us (at a very rapid pace) into the adjoining room... they were carrying the babies and oh, a child walking.... hmmm.... it took me a minute to process that I had just seen the back side of our new son. He had arrived and we would still receive him second! Woohoo...
And so it began... The first family got their little boy... it was precious! Oh my, now it was our turn. We knew that

he did not like strangers and we were gonna give him space. I hadn't even considered how he would feel with all the other families standing around looking at him... it did not look good! His caregiver came out with him and he froze! Next came the tears. The more upset he got the faster she spoke. I wish I knew what she had said to him. We stood there a few minutes trying not to crowd the young man, but we had to move so that the other families could get their kids. Hmmm, this might be

interesting.... I scooped him up which was really hard considering the amount of clothes he had on paired with a really big belly. As you can see from the picture, he did NOT want me to touch him! So, off to another room we went... Reid, kicking & screaming, the scream only an orphan can produce. I have to say, thank the Lord we had experienced an orphan scream before that moment because I felt very prepared for the episode that was unfolding. When we got into the other room, things went from bad to worse. We decided it best that he not see the caregiver again. It would be best for him to go "cold turkey" so to speak and he soon began to realize that she was not going to come to his rescue. All he could do was sob. I felt really bad for the first family who had gone in there to get acquainted with their child because when we arrived things got really loud, quick! Needless to say, they didn't stay long.

Butch leaned over to me while we were trying to get him to settle down and said, "Congratulations, Mr. & Mrs. Ferguson, it's a screamer!" We had to keep our sense of humor....We had planned for this....we were prepared! We had faith that everything would get better. And so, the great stand-off began. We tried everything to calm him down - food, new toys, balls, drink....nothing worked. Finally, we decided to just get up and move away from him. The best thing would be for him to have some space. The picture below is a snapshot of what happened when we got too close.

We positioned ourselves far enough away from him so that he would realize we weren't gonna hurt him, but stayed close enough in case he did something to hurt himself. It was a very strange situation. The other families felt so bad for us. I had several moms give me a hug and tell me how sorry they were... hmmm, sorry? I guess I could see that. I'd feel sorry for someone experiencing what we were experiencing, too. What can you do? Can't send 'em back... Just give him space... He screamed, cried and whimpered for 1.5 hours, the whole time we were in that office. Finally, everyone had received their children and interviewed their caregivers... the moment of truth arrived... We had to leave! OK, at this point he'd stopped crying and the thought of trying to get him out of that building and on a bus made me kinda sick. We can do this. No big deal, right? First, get the coat on him. Not as hard as I thought because he never wanted to take it off to begin with. I think he figured it he put the coat on then he'd get to go back to where he came from. Boy did we have a surprise for him. It took a while for us to all file out of that little office and get in line with all the other families to wait for an elevator. So far, so good. We made it to the ground floor

and out the door just in time to take this picture before reality set in. Reid realized we were not headed in the direction he wanted to go. I bet you can guess what happens next? He started to have a melt down. Butch picked him up and carted his chunky butt off to the bus... most of our group was already on board when the screamer arrived in full whale. I'm thinking to myself that these people are really gonna hate us by the time we get to the hotel, but what can we do? We sat at the very back of the bus, the best place for a screaming toddler. Finally, he settled down to a whimper and I figured I'd give the Teddy Grahams one more try. I unzipped the backpack and pulled out the small plastic bowl that stored them and popped open the top. What happened next was nothing short of a miracle. He took one and ate it. The rest, they say, is history... the snots and tears that is! He ate a few and fed us a few and about 15 minutes into our ride back to the hotel he was laughing. Yes, I said laughing... the kind of belly laugh that makes everyone around you laugh, too. By the time we were back to the hotel, everyone in the group was amazed at the transformation that had taken place. They could not believe that this was the same child. We, of course, were beside ourse

lves. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad afterall. When we got back to the hotel it was pushing 6:30 and we needed to feed the little man. Afterall, it takes a lot of energy to have a meltdown. We decided to give Reid a quick bath and put on his PJ's before heading down to the hotel buffet for a bit. I had a required meeting to do paperwork which didn't allow me any time to eat. I ordered something for Butch to take back to the room for me and headed off to meet the others leaving my two men to fend for themselves.

I returned about 20 minutes later to get Butch's signature only to discover that Reid was still eating. That boy can pack away some groceries. Butch said maybe we should take him back... claim we couldn't afford to feed him. Nope, not an option. I am quite taken with this bundle of energy and he seems to really like us, too. I can't wait to see his personality emerge.
When we got back to the room it was about 9 p.m., bedtime. It had been a really long day for all of us. I headed to the shower as the guys headed to the bed. Butch put Reid in my bed (we have two twins in our room) until he fell asleep. It wasn't too long before that little guy was snoring.. (he's got a bit of a cold) and shortly thereafter, so were we. I think we were all exhausted - it had been a really big day! Reid now has his FOREVER family. God is good!