Parents AND Firefighters

Today is Father's day, our 12th wedding anniversary, and the 33rd day of our hospital stay here at PCH.  I am beginning to worry more about my other children.  While Christi seems to be getting better and better day by day, some things with her siblings seem to be headed the other direction.
Sometimes children misbehave simply because it gets them the attention they crave and seem to be able to reliably get in no other way.  Sometimes adults do too, for that matter.  Sometimes lack of structure, or even the stress they perceive in their parents or siblings can cause little ones to panic.  Its understandable too -- these are the people they look to and lean heavily on for structure and balance in their world.  Friends and family have been so very kind in all of this.  Homes have been opened, vacations have been changed, schedules have been rearranged, and lives disrupted on our account all out of love!  It has been so humbling to witness the goodness of people's hearts!!
On the other hand, it seems almost natural for adults (but can be so damaging too) to send the message (even by just the way we act) that children *would* be worth our time (effort, affection, focus) if only something in their life was on fire.  What better reason is there to become an arsonist of one's own life than that?!  
So here I sit in a hospital room holding a figurative firehose and missing my other kids like crazy!  I am and have been fully invested in Christi's care.  I do feeds, therapies, and hygiene.  I follow regiments and schedules, and try to provide the best balance between work, rest, and visits that I can for her.  She needs all of it right now.  Yet I see my other four only every other day for a few hours at a time and Deana has been carrying an immense burden.  It was the role she chose in the beginning, but certainly not an easy one.
Today, she got them up early, got them ready, and tossed them in the car so that we could attend church together as a family for the first time in over a month.  We attended the Country Club Ward here close to the hospital - It was great!  At the end of the block, I got three different paper sacks full of popcorn with a little paper neckties on them and poems entitled "My Silly Poem About Dad." They were to fill in blanks indicating their responses to what their dad can or can't do on the poems and give them for Father's day.  Apparently, I can: "jump over lava," "run," "teach seminary," and "be lots of fun,"... but cannot: "belly flop in a pool without getting hurt," "breathe under water," or "be 2nd place."  Haha!  I guess I'll have to work on my belly flops :) I couldn't help but notice, though, that none of it had to do with anything that I have given much focus to in the last month.  Fires need attention, no question, but so do bellyflops and being lots of fun - that's what dad's are supposed to do with their kids in the summertime, right?!
I feel one of the real applications of the grace of God to our circumstance has been the way family relationships have been protected and preserved.  Myself, my wife, and my children have definitely been strengthened and upheld by the loving hand of God through the prayers and sacrifices of so many wonderful people!  We feel such a debt of gratitude to God and His earthly angels during this time!
Alma's people were blessed in difficulty in three different ways by the Lord though:  1) They we directed out of trouble and difficulty by the Lord in evading the searches of King Noah, 2) They were strengthened under the burdens imposed by king Amulon, and 3) They were delivered directly and dramatically out of the hands of their captors while they slept.  Had they stubbornly looked for only one possible avenue for their relief, they may have missed much of the miracle of their own deliverance.
Is it time for an inspired change of course? Or are there some little things that just need realigning?