Eldest had her first fall today. That’s not bad, considering she started lessons in May. It was her second week of cantering and one thing led to another: heels rose up, stirrup got dropped, she lurched forward and sideways with a shriek, Elan spooked and off she went. Landed on her back and, lord, the screams of pain.
I made my way over from the other end of the arena to relieve her instructor who was kneeling beside eldest, trying to coax her upright. Got the girl on her feet, walked back over to the mounting block and coaxed her to remount for one very reluctant walk around the arena. Because I know that if you don’t get back on right away, you likely never will.
Got her home through much discomfort and dosed her up with some ibuprofen. She’s on the couch recuperating, feeling a bit better. Her back will still hurt for a while and tomorrow the bruise will show but I hope she doesn’t let this fall scare her off of a sport she’s thrilled to all summer long.