We did in fact survive “gotcha” day. Most of the little girls were late, as they were stuck in traffic on their way into Nanchang. So we waited. After three-plus years, what’s another 45 minutes? First four showed up, then the remaining five. As they came in, we could hear one of them screaming. Not crying. Screaming. That would be our Li Zhong.
That picture, taken a few minutes after 9pm, represents the only time since we were handed her by one of the orphanage workers that she wasn’t screaming. She just finally wore herself out after almost four hours of pretty much non-stop crying. I’m not sure who in that picture is more tired.
We couldn’t get her to eat anything, so I’m sure she is going to wake up starving. We’ve got an early start tomorrow with appointments at several of the government officials to get the paperwork for her visa started, then a trip to Wal-Mart — yes, that store, even in Nanchang — for baby supplies.
So, for all of you out there reading this, keep us in our prayers… the next few days are definitely going to be hard on all of us. Having said that, though, it is moments like these that both give us hope and make it all worth it.