When mother wake up, she wet all the bed

The mother's eyes fluttered open, her vision blurry and unfocused. She looked around the room, her gaze settling on Ms. Thompson, who was standing by the bedside table, her fingers brushing against a stray lock of the mother's hair.

"Ms. Thompson?" the mother asked, her voice raspy and weak.

"Yes, baby, I'm here," Ms. Thompson replied, her voice soft and soothing.

The mother's eyes drifted downwards, taking in the empty bottle of breast milk

The mother's gaze lingered on the empty bottle, her eyes slowly focusing as the haze of sleep began to clear. She looked up at Ms. Thompson, a faint expression of confusion etched on her face. Ms. Thompson's eyes met hers, filled with a deep understanding and compassion.

The mother's gaze drifted downwards, her eyes scanning her body as if searching for something. Her hands moved, slowly lifting the blankets that covered her. A faint stain was spreading across the sheets, a dark patch that seemed to be growing larger by the second.

The mother's eyes widened, a look of horror crossing her face as she realized what was happening.

Mother's eyes widened in horror as she realized what was happening. She looked up at Ms. Thompson, her gaze filled with panic and fear.

"Ms. Thompson, I-I don't understand," she stammered, her voice trembling.

Ms. Thompson's face softened as she looked at the mother. She walked over to the bedside and sat down next to her, taking her hand in hers.

"It's okay, baby. You've been through a lot today. It's normal to have some physical reactions after a breakdown," Ms. Thompson reassured her.