My husband and I have agreed to say yes to every placement we are offered and are allowed to per our license. It's an act of faith for us and obedience to care for the kids who need a home.
With that in mind, we don't really hesitate when we get a call. We find out as much information as we can so we know what to expect. We give a tentative yes until we can talk as a couple out of respect for our marriage (if we're not together when the call comes in) and then we start getting ready for whatever comes our way. We try to ensure we set aside enough money for the initial daycare funds or whatever else we might need when a child comes. We have most bedding situations available. I have 10-12 tubs of clothes, organized by gender and size (and sometimes season) so we can pull out whatever we already have as the child arrives. We have all the baby equipment (swing, bassinet, playpen, strollers, etc.). We have enough of many things for multiples - not that we've had real twins or triplets but have frequently have had 2 or more of the same size & gender child in our home at times. With all of that, we usually need to buy at least something for each child as they arrive.
It was 3:54 in the morning. I was sleeping soundly. The phone rang and it was CPU. She had already spoken to my hubby who wasn't home at the time and he'd agreed to the placement as long as she would call mie and I agreed as well. (I had made a big deal about having CPU call me FIRST - then I forgot to bring my cellphone into the bedroom with me that night - Ugh). I got only a little bit of information (this CPU worker has placed with us a few times and is not my favorite) and said yes.
It was 2 1/2 hours before the kiddo arrived. We did the normal paperwork. Usually before the investigator leaves they will drop off a whole bunch of stuff that needs washed OR a small bag with enough essentials to get through the day. The bag arrived with nothing but a lifebook inside. I asked if I should expect more things to come - he said not likely. That's ok, I said, we have plenty of stuff upstairs. I just needed to know if I should get it all out or if I should get out a few things to last while I waited for his stuff to come.
As it turns out, I didn't have any stuff for him. I found 2-3 shirts, a lightweight jacket, and a few pairs of shorts. No big deal, I thought. I'll just go as daylight comes and get him a few things.
Except - it was Thanksgiving. Nothing was open on Thanksgiving.
I eventually found Walmart. I never found where all of my 2T boy stuff went.