The day we met Vivian was so abrupt. All adoptions take place in the capital city of each province. So, if the orphanage is hours away from the capital, they bring the children there. Vivian's orphanage was a little over 3 hours away. From what we could tell she really hadn't been out of the orphange much at all. She was afraid of so much. The playground, forget it. No swing, no slide. No grass even. It freaked her out! So on our "Gotcha day", she woke up and was dressed and left the orphanage with a nanny and took a bus for 3 hours. Then, she was brought to a government office, where we met. They walked in with her, and she was shy but ok. She had the little doll we had sent her, and we squatted down to talk with her. She repeated Mama and Baba (Daddy in Mandarin) after the nanny. I tried to pick her up, but she pulled away, and I was content to give her time. However, after only a few minutes, the nanny told our guide, that she had to go and we needed to take Vivian. So I picked her up and she was terrified. She arched her back and screamed. We tried candy, and toys, and drinks. We looked out the window, and walked the hall. Nothing helped. Our guide quickly had our family picture taken for the adoption paperwork (you can imagine how that looked, lol). Then, he quickly herded us downstairs and out of the building, with Vivian screaming the whole way. Our driver pulled up in the van, and we hoped in and headed back to the hotel. The whole experience couldn't have been more than 20 minutes. It felt abrupt. Traumatic. It is just hard. These children are so brave. They are strong and resilient. Vivian settled down in the van. She took a few puffs from us. She was quiet for a few days. She wouldn't move. If you laid her down, she stayed lying down. If you sat her, she sat there. She was 2.5 years old. We just were very gently with her. Held her. Fed her. Coslept. Offered treats, and toys. Bottle fed her, and worked on eye contact. And slowly, she bloomed. And she's never looked back.