My best friend died in a car accident when he was 25. We were like brother and sister. I was (and still am, even though it's been almost 10 years) utterly devastated.
I refused to see him after he died. Even though his mum offered to open the casket for me. Even though I come from a culture in which death is not seen as such a taboo as in the English culture.
Why did I refuse? Because for me, seeing him dead would have contaminated the memories I had from him. There is an instinctive feeling in ME (perhaps not in other people, but there is definitely there for me) that makes me horrified of seeing dead people. Had I looked at my friend when he was dead, that memory would have haunted me, I would see him dead in my nightmares, and it would have taken me years to be able to picture him alive again. I know, because it has happened to me again. I know, because it has happened to other people in my family with their own family members.
Mothers all around me have lost babies. I even told here in MN the story of Maria Elena, the aunt that I never met. My 98-year-old gran talked about her for her whole life. I loved hearing stories about her very short life. I am the person who has no problems asking about people who are not there. So I won't take anyone telling me I have no empathy.
I refuse to look at photos of dead people, whatever their age, and I make no apologies for it. Looking at a photo of anybody's dead child would not cause the effect in me their mother wants. I wouldn't see "a beautiful baby". I would be shocked, and scared, and I would have nightmares. I would never forget that photo, but for all the wrong reasons, and I am 100% sure no mother would want anyone to feel like that, or to remember their loved ones like that.
That is why I CHOOSE not to see these photos. I choose to hear the stories, to comfort, to hug, to ask questions, to offer help. In cases where there are no other photos than the ones where the baby is not alive, I actively ask NOT to se the photo. Because I want to smile hearing about that baby's kicks, about how the mum felt when he/she was growing inside her. If there are no other memories, I want to hear everything about names, about pregnancy, about anything. Seeing the photo would't let me enjoy all that.
This is the way I am, and again I make no excuses for being like this. Some people on this thread have been abusive, and have used their own traumatic experiences to try to silence others with arguments as valid as theirs. I have never lost a baby. But I am not inferior to anyone else in this thread (or any other). Being sensitive to photos of dead people is not a defect. It is actually a completely natural and human reaction.
To the ones of you "threatening" to post photos of your angel babies... go ahead if that makes you feel better. You may even succeed in making people look at them, even the ones that don't want to. But believe me, with people like me, it won't achieve anything positive. I would rather hear you telling me about them and be able to enjoy the happiness that they once brought to you.