Actually, nothing bad happened. I dismantled the baby room. Packed up all the baby stuff. The girl stuff is going to charity. The boy stuff and equipment is going to my niece if she wants it, as she is expecting a boy this summer. My crib is the one she slept in and is still sturdy, so if she wants it, that will go to her too.
I only stopped and cried about a dozen times. Emailed one friend and whined. Called my mom and whined. Called my sister-in-law and whined. Then, for good measure, tortured myself by perusing the Lands End baby and toddler section in the catalog.
I still have little kids. But only one is even a toddler. Only one wears a toddler shoe size anymore. Three kids are in adult shoe sizes.
Deep breath. I can do this. I can move on. I have seven great kids. It's all good.