Diaper time

Ms. Thompson's gaze shifted downwards, taking in the dark patch spreading across the sheets. She squeezed the mother's hand reassuringly, her eyes meeting hers.

"It's okay, baby. I'm here for you," Ms. Thompson said, her voice gentle and soothing.

Ms. Thompson stood up from the bedside and walked over to the dresser, where she opened the top drawer and pulled out a large diaper. She returned to the bedside and gently lifted the mother's legs, sliding the diaper underneath her. She fastened the diaper securely, making sure it was snug but not too tight.

Ms. Thompson's hands moved with a gentle slowness, her fingers adjusting the diaper to ensure a comfortable fit. The mother's eyes watched her, a mixture of gratitude and embarrassment etched on her face. As Ms. Thompson finished, she helped the mother sit up, supporting her back with a gentle hand. The mother's gaze drifted downwards, taking in the diaper that now encircled her waist. A faint flush rose to her cheeks, and she looked away, her eyes welling up with tears.

Ms. Thompson's voice was soft and reassuring as she spoke. "Let's get you dressed, baby. We'll get you into something comfortable."