Teaching Harbeson

David K. DeWolf

Journal of Legal Education, December 2004, 54:527-532

(.pdf version: http://guweb2.gonzaga.edu/~dewolf/harbeson.pdf)


Like many torts teachers, I assign students Harbeson v. Parke-Davis, Footnote a wrongful-birth/wrongful-life case decided by the Washington Supreme Court in 1983, as part of a chapter on damages. Footnote Harbeson is a useful case, but it is also quite difficult, partly for procedural reasons Footnote but also because of the substance.

One of the plaintiffs, Jean Harbeson, was receiving medical treatment at a military hospital while her husband, Leonard Harbeson, was in the Air Force. During her first pregnancy Jean was diagnosed with a seizure disorder, and to prevent seizures her physicians prescribed Dilantin, manufactured by Parke-Davis. Michael was born in 1971, and although he was normal and healthy, Leonard and Jean were concerned that Jean’s having taken Dilantin would pose health risks for any future children. After inquiring of their physicians, they were told that there was a risk of cleft palate and hirsutism. Leonard and Jean decided that those risks were acceptable; in 1974 Jean gave birth to Christine, and in 1975 to Elizabeth. Both daughters suffered from fetal hydantoin syndrome. Footnote FHS resembles Down syndrome. Footnote

One of the many reasons I teach this case is to illustrate what is unique about wrongful birth/life cases; many students assume they are just another form of medical malpractice, where something goes wrong and the baby suffers injury. What distinguishes wrongful birth/life cases is the fact that a baby is the result of the defendant’s negligence, not the injury that ordinary or garden-variety medical malpractice cases involve (like brain damage as a result of negligently delaying the baby’s passage through the birth canal). Footnote



In my third year of teaching torts, our daughter Robin was born. Robin is the third of my four children, and, while the births of our first two children had not been uneventful, we thought we were relatively ready for the day that my wife Priscilla’s labor got serious. As it turned out, she was closer to giving birth than she thought, and it took some effort while I sped along the highway in our Volkswagen Vanagon for her to avoid giving birth in the car. In those days before cell phones we couldn’t call ahead to the hospital or to the doctor, but as soon as we arrived and the nurses checked Priscilla’s condition they told the doctor to come right away. Just moments after he arrived, Robin made her appearance, and everyone was pleased that Priscilla’s pregnancy had been brought to a successful conclusion. The rest of the morning was filled with further care for Priscilla, Robin’s first meal, and the usual care for a newborn.

Around noon the pediatrician came to do the standard initial screening. I was able to watch him through a window while he listened and looked and palpated this new creature. I expected him to be his usual playful self, as he had treated our older children, but he seemed entirely businesslike. After about twenty minutes he emerged, and before I could engage him in our usual banter, or receive congratulations for my new daughter, he simply said, “Where’s Priscilla?” I led him down the hall to her room and he closed the door behind us. “I don’t know yet for sure, but I think Robin has Down syndrome,” he said. He described the characteristics that led him to his conclusion, emphasizing that only a chromosome test would tell for sure. But the moment he said the words I remembered my first impression of looking at Robin. She looked like her great-uncle Tommy, who had had Down syndrome. I remembered wanting to ask the nurse, “Is there a way you can tell whether somebody has Down syndrome?” but I had lost that thought in the euphoria of a successful delivery and the busyness of those initial minutes. I had so completely dismissed the thought that I was actually shocked to hear our pediatrician say the words “Down syndrome.” But I knew instantly that he was right.

Ever since, in teaching Harbeson I have had a special interest in the court’s response to the Harbesons’ legal claim that they were owed compensation because their children were a result of someone else’s negligence. One of the first questions to confront is whether it is possible to award compensation without reaching the legal conclusion that the parents were made worse off by having a child with such significant disabilities. Before I assign Harbeson, I have the students read a prior case, University of Arizona Health Sciences Center v. Superior Court, Footnote which arose from a negligently managed sterilization procedure. The parents sought damages for the birth of a normal, healthy child ( their fourth) , and the court chose a remedy that awarded damages based on the increased cost (both financial and emotional) from having an unplanned child, offset by whatever benefit the child might provide. (The dissent complained that the parents would be forced, on pain of losing their legal recovery, to minimize the benefit from their unplanned child.)

I usually take advantage of this moment to point out to my students that many births—as it happens, my own included Footnote result from an unplanned pregnancy. Whenever that occurs in part through some alleged negligence (a failed condom, an inaccurate dose of the pill, etc.), should that be the occasion of legal compensation to the parents? Students often seem impatient with the questions and ready to turn the page to study loss of consortium or the collateral source rule. Some suggest that damages in such cases are almost never appropriate because the parents have usually failed to “mitigate” Footnote the harm through abortion or adoption. Footnote Others find no difficulty in the Arizona court’s procedure for weighing the detriment attributable to the child’s birth against the offsetting benefit that the child provides. Although I have strong personal views on the morality of contraception and abortion, I try to spend less time arguing for a particular moral position and more time pointing out the law of unintended consequences. For example, in the Arizona case an award of damages to the parents, by reducing the financial burden on them (presumably one of the reasons they chose sterilization after three children were born), might actually make them more enthusiastic about the birth of this unplanned child. Yet in order to award damages the court would have to find that the child made the parents worse off, and would actually have to measure how much worse off they were. By contrast, those who find the entire line of reasoning abhorrent and want the courts to state, as a matter of public policy, that all children are a blessing to their parents, must explain how such parents, particularly those whose unplanned children have disabilities, are going to pay for their upkeep. One of the benefits of studying Harbeson is in seeing how one’s views on the merits of ideologically polarizing issues may not translate easily into a legal rule. At the same time, observing the way in which a legal rule plays out may lead to reflection on the truth of basic principles that we might be inclined to assume are self-evident. I hope that students, in wrestling with the tough issues in Harbeson, feel they can speak their minds freely, even at the risk of being misunderstood by their classmates or by their professor.



One of the techniques I have used to encourage class participation is to hand out name cards at the beginning of the year, with the students first and last name printed (landscape mode) on 8½ x 11 card stock. I then fold the sheet in half, and three-hole punch it at the top of the fold so that students can carry it in a notebook and display it on the front edge of the desk to signal to me that they are ready to participate in the class discussion for that day. Early in the year I cold-call on students, but as the year wears on I prefer to take volunteers. Because I begin with negligence (rather than intentional torts), the discussion of the damages issues related to negligence cases falls in the first semester, when I am still calling on students. I look out into a classroom of about seventy-five students, pick out a name, and ask that student to give me the facts of the case, explain the court’s holding, and then respond to questions about whether that holding makes sense in light of what we have learned thus far about the purposes of the tort system.

One year I had called on a student to brief the Harbeson case, and together we had teased out most of its salient features, including the core facts, the procedural history, and the court’s resolution of the wrongful birth issues. As I was getting ready to ask the student about the wrongful life aspect of the opinion, a hand shot up in the back of the room, posing the following question: “I can understand how the parents could state a claim for the first child born with this syndrome, but why did the parents wind up with two children like this?” More often than not when I teach Harbeson, somebody asks a question along these lines, so I was ready with my usual answer, which comes in two parts. The first explanation is that the diagnosis of the syndrome wouldn’t necessarily be immediate. I know several parents of children with Down syndrome whose children were not diagnosed at birth, but at some later stage of development when the effects of Down syndrome began to display themselves in a more noticeable fashion, or when a more alert healthcare provider raised the issue. I speculated that the Harbeson parents might have been in a similar situation. But second, even if they had detected some anomaly with Christine, they might not have associated it with the consequences of taking Dilantin. After all, they had consulted with their physicians before Christine’s birth, and the symptoms Christine displayed did not match what had been described as the potential side effects from taking Dilantin during pregnancy. So Leonard and Jean would not have known that if Jean were to get pregnant again while taking Dilantin, she would be at risk of having another child with the same characteristics as Christine’s.

Having answered the student’s question (or so I thought), I then turned back to the student who had started briefing the case in order to resume our discussion. But before I could ask the next question, he provided his own answer to the question the other student had asked: “No, the parents didn’t know.” I was quite sure there was nothing in the case report, certainly nothing in what I had excerpted for the students, that would permit such a definitive statement, so I immediately suspected that the student was speaking from some personal knowledge of the case. This was only a vague impression from his tone of voice, and as I stalled for time to think where to go next, I verbalized my thought: “Uh, do you know the family?” At almost the same time I looked more closely at his name card: Michael Harbeson. This was not exactly a coincidence: I’m sure that I had picked his name, as I gazed out on the sea of student namecards, because it happened to be the same as the name of the plaintiff in the case. I had thought at the time that it was just a coincidence, but as my mind raced to try to catch up with the reality of the situation, Michael answered my question: “Yes, they’re my sisters.”


I wasn’t sure how many of Michael’s fellow students had known what, in retrospect, now seemed an obvious fact. Footnote But they were all quite intent on observing how I reacted to this revelation. In my own mind I was frantically replaying the conversation of the last twenty minutes, searching for anything embarrassing for which I ought to apologize. It was as though I had been having a conversation about somebody and discovered to my shock (and chagrin) that the subject of my conversation had been listening to me for the last twenty minutes. As it happened, I could think of nothing I especially wanted to retract; because my own parenting put me in a position similar to that of Michael’s parents, I had taken a position they probably would have been comfortable with. Nonetheless, I experienced what some have described as the feeling a first-year student gets when being called on early in law school: a near-drowning experience in which one’s life flashes before one’s eyes.

Every year when I teach Harbeson, I tell my students about what happened that year, because it illustrates several useful points. First, it reminds both my students and me that occasionally the power roles between student and teacher are reversed. That helps me stay more humble and, I hope, makes them more confident. Second, it reminds me for one brief shining moment that for every name in a casebook, often a victim of some horrific injury or humiliating experience, there is a real person out there. It’s not a bad idea to ask the question: How might my discussion of this case change if, after discussing all of the features of the case, a student raised his hand and said of the plaintiffs (or the defendants), “They’re my sisters”? I quickly confess to the students that, despite reliving this experience every year, I continue to exploit moments of levity presented by the cases that I teach.

And I’m not sure that a little bit of levity is out of place. Just as a surgical team’s repartee may help distract them from the disorienting closeness of the mystery of life and death, we who teach law weave in and out of the mysteries of love and suffering, parenthood and death. Sometimes humor is a means of keeping us on the surface of something that we fear might otherwise drown us. The intimacy we experience with our students must be treated with respect, but also with the same astonishment at our own absurdity that the intimacy of sexuality evokes.

To put it another way, sometimes we think we’re only teaching Harbeson but discover instead that we’re also teaching Harbeson. Think about it.


David K. DeWolf is a professor of law at Gonzaga University.