Katrina Brooke felt well prepared for the birth of her son, Andrew, three Aprils ago. The only complication was her Caesarean section; otherwise, everything went smoothly. After three days in the hospital, Brooke returned to her home outside of Seattle to recover and enjoy her baby boy.
Three weeks later, as Brooke stood in her kitchen opening mail, she found a curious $94 bill from a local health clinic, a place neither she nor her husband had ever heard of. Stranger still, the notice was addressed to her newborn son: Andrew had apparently visited the clinic and been prescribed the painkiller OxyContin for a work-related back injury.