1. Romeo is 9 years old.
    Romeo is 9 years old.
    His poem 'Fire' was featured the Anthology: 'We Are Writers,' and his first book: 'Life Without My Mummy?' won a TruLittle Hero Scribe of the Year Award 2016
  2. He wants to be a Jedi.
    He wants to be a Jedi.
    Or a footballer or an Architect. He loves God, his family, Star Wars, Dr Who, playing in the park, swimming and lego.
Romeo enjoyed writing this book so much, he is working on his next book series:
'Romeo's Guide to....' 
In the Beginning...
I wrote this, 6 months after the birth of my son Romeo. It was supposed to encourage and support new mothers whose babies were born pre-mature. I thought I’d share it with you.
Baby Romeo was finally discharged from hospital to the care of my mother and husband while I waited in hospital for a decision on whether I was to be operated on.
Six weeks after his birth I was discharged and spent the first night with my son. He would stiffen and cry when I held him and the knowing glances and little coos were reserved for my mother and husband. It was clear that he had bonded with them and what made things even more difficult was that included in my daily medication of 22 tablets was steroids, meaning breast feeding was not an option.
I knew I had a lot of work to do and that it was going to take time, but that was not a problem - I had all the time in the world.
24 weeks on and Prince Blessing is a cheeky, chubby 6 month old who smiles endlessly, laughs, chatters and loves to be kissed and cuddled. I am amazed at how strong he is and how far he has come from his early days in Homerton’s Special Care Baby Unit. Amazingly, those days are a distant memory.
When I look at my little miracle, I thank God for every day, every smile and every laugh.
Today we are miles away from home bonding, on a beach in Sharm El Sheik and I am reflecting on the journey my little Romeo has taken over the last 6 months. I’m still suffering from Crohns, but I know I and my family are blessed.
As I look out into the Red Sea I promise to enjoy every precious moment with my little miracle because today, Prince Romeo is The Prince in Egypt.
Juliet Bremmer
August 2008
No parent expects their child to die before them, so when my husband’s eldest passed away at 22, with a brain haemorrhage on Father’s Day 2006, the whole family was devastated.
A year on at 42, I was shocked to discover I was pregnant with my third child. The whole family was excited with the prospect of a new addition and we planned a family Christmas holiday to Tunisia in North Africa. I fell ill and was hospitalised at the beginning of the fortnight and was diagnosed from the doctors as suffering from pneumonia. Even though I was twenty weeks pregnant, I was subjected to numerous x-rays, put on an intravenous drip, overloaded with medication and my heart was regularly monitored. At one point it was touch and go and I spent 3 days being closely monitored in isolation in intensive care.
After two weeks under close observation, it was agreed that I could go home and on New Year’s eve, I was transported from the hospital to the airport and flown back to the UK, only to welcome in the New Year by being admitted straight to Queen's hospital in Essex.
My condition deteriorated and after extensive tests and a blood transfusion, it was revealed that not only did I have pneumonia, but I was also suffering from Crohns disease and would need to have a piece of my colon removed. In order for this to happen, my baby would have to be delivered by emergency caesarean 8 weeks early. 
My little 2.43 kilogram miracle Romeo was born on Mother's Day, Sunday 2nd March 2008. Very weak and in intense pain, my first look at my son was 8 hours after he was born on a Polaroid, given to me by a kind nurse. He was smaller than my husband’s palm and spent the first weeks of his life in an incubator in Homerton Hospital’s Neo-natal Unit.
The operation for the Crohn’s was prosponed until I was stronger and I had to stay in Hospital to be monitored closely by the medical team. I was wheeled over to the Special Care Baby Unit (SCBU) daily and the nurses fed, changed and cared for little Romeo in my absence.
He was nicknamed by the family: ‘Prince Blessing’ and my Prince grew stronger and stronger by the day. The wires that covered him were eventually removed and he was given a daily dose of iron and vitamins.